Forgive me today, but today is a sentimental post. My baby girl just went to her first ballet class tonight. I am so excited. You see, here is a little background on me... I love to dance. I danced all growing up and through high school, finally settling on jazz as being a friendlier style to my body build than ballet. Pre-children I took some adult dance classes. And even last summer I took a Latin Broadway jazz class in my third trimester (quick secret... all the hip moves were great for working out the pregnancy soreness in my back). I think all the pirouettes then are the reason my baby boy still loves being spinned.
So, it was with great excitement that I took my newly three-year-old to her first ballet class today. She was riot. At the moment, she loves dancing. I am sure the day may come when she tells me that she doesn't want to dance, and I'll accept that day and encourage her as she finds her own passion. But in the meantime, I am loving watching her twirl in those leather ballet slippers with her tutu swirling around her.
Fresh off of a boating vacation, I promise to bring craft projects back soon. Until then, have a lovely July...