many years to the happy tappers!

This past weekend, my fellow Gershwin Tune Singing Friend Nikki invited me

to come to see the "Happy Tappers" (her Aussie Mom Sharon, being one of them)

Anyone that knows my mom knows that chances are slim she'd ever be sporting tap dance shoes and ensemble a pros pos of the occasion, so these events are especially delightful to me.

The program was held at the Arts Centre in Chilliwack; our good old home town.

35 minutes and 11 costume changes later we were beside ourselves with perma-grins and enthusiastic handclapping. I wish you could have all been there to witness the exuberance of these 50-70 year olds dressed in all the glitter of saphire sequins and satin tophats holding giant candy canes. Sharon's cheering section consisted of her daughters with their friends in tow, teenage grandkids hip enough to shrug off their coolness for the afternoon in honor of Gram, and of course her main sqeeze; proud husband Moe.

Afterward, over butter tarts and homemade bologna finger sandwiches, one of the other happy tappers approached, to commend our special brand of audience participation. She asked who we were with, to which Nikki proudly announced her mom. The tapper exclaimed, "oh course you are! that makes perfect sense! That Sharon, you know, she keeps us going."

The topper of the afternoon came when Nikki's mom collected our plates before we had finished the last bites of our butter tarts, cheekily proclaiming that now it was time for ALL to come over to their house and adore her!

They say that the company that you keep rubs off on you, so i'm sticking with sticky Nikki to see how close to our moms we get. We've been friends for 15?! odd years now...

...looking forward to the twilight years being peppered with some serious happy tapping.