Dutch Dancing/Tulip Time (2022)

  It is a very beautiful thing - to be from a Tribe. To know where you've come from so that you can know where you're going. To have a sense of identity and belonging. To know each street, the bittersweet memories, and even that youthful angst to travel and flee. 

To be grounded. To know the secret handshake, and the synchronicity of the dance... This is where you are from, and although you may not stay here forever - here will stay forever with you.

This week is the first time that Tulip Time has been activated, after a two year hiatus via Covid. Some of your formative seasons have been forfeited, and now you're back into the swing of things, picking up where you left off, "Hiya!"

So the sun has finally returned, just in time for the spring flowers to explode. Green grass and wooden shoes and that familiar sound of wooden shoes tapping agains the concrete... You poured your heart out on the soccer field, only to rush downtown in your costume for Dutch Dancing. You twirled and kicked and smiled and almost fainted. We stopped for hamburgers and you sat in the grass. By the time we dropped you off at your mom's house, Teresa had to carry you to the door because you were literally too tired to walk. 

That's my Ambrosia I Tosia. 

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