Anna takes this activity very seriously, and when her passion for something captures her focus, it shows in the sparkle in her eyes. While in Minnesota last summer, my two grandsons would run from room to room, swinging engaged light sabers and playing war.
Ann ran in tow, following them and engaging both boys in battle. If you looked closely, her gentle brown eyes would suddenly turn black, and the click of plastic would sound above the background noise of television or anything else.
And occasionally, Anna would grimace when Tommy or Jack would accidently strike her knuckles or fingers, but after shedding a tear and crying out briefly in pain, her attack would begin again--black eyes more fierce and her swinging light saber more ferocious.
But pink is her signature color, and at this point in time, my little padawan now prefers a pink or purple boa as the weapon of choice, but her eyes still sparkle with that same passion I witnessed last summer.
Now she is on the path of a Jedi ballerina.
Granted, the galaxy is no a more artistic place for her choice of hobby, but even more importantly, it is her toes with "owies" and not her knuckles.
Whether it is to see my little Anna dance or swing a purple Star Wars light saber, I look forward to returning to the wintery world of Minnesota to see Ann's new hobby, not because I like ballet, but because it is fun to see the passion little Anna has for life, and whether catching frogs, collecting stones, or fighting Sith warriors, my little granddaughter's eyes will always reflect what she carries in her war-like heart.
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