Most of my growing up years, I knew teaching was my calling... except for the tween years when all I wanted was to be a Rockette.
Each year, I watch the Macy's parade and wait with great anticipation the minute and a half that I get to see them. I stand right in front of the tv, and have to admit that a few tears stream down my face. I don't think they are tears of regret; I believe that I just get overwhelmed by the beauty.