Dance! Dance! Dance!

I don't know if my Ella will ever be as graceful or talented a dance as my sister, Rebecca, but boy does she love it. Her face lights up the minute those ballet shoes go on and she loves to make her taps click.

The day I had the chance to watch her dance was a rather stressful one for me. It had been a challenging day for me at home and I was a ball of nerves by the time we made it (barely) to dance for this "viewing." And on top of that I knew that we had to hurry out of there to make it in time for the parade. As Lucy and I found our place on the floor (did I mention we just barely made it in time), I let my body slowly relax. As I watched Ella do her stretches and answer her technique questions, I began to smile. Then by the time the tap number to Frosty started, I was beaming with pride. It absolutely thrilled my heart to watch her without a care in the world. She was so innocent, just having a good time.

That dance performance was all this mommy needed to put life into perspective.

Even Lucy got in on the action. She loved watching Ella dance and would try to imitate every move. Mrs. Julie, the instructor, got so tickled just watching her! She said she could not wait to have her next year.