We dance. It’s come from generation after generation. It’s our passion, our love, our life and just how we expected it to be, our little one, our three-year-old, has followed right in our footsteps.
Yesterday she had her first dance class ever. It’s a creative ballet class once a week at the same studio where my oldest daughter has also been dancing since she was three.
I don’t mind living at the studio. After all, I knew it was just a matter of time.
On line with the other little girls about to go into class. She knew very well what was happening and was very excited for it.
I was pleased with her instructor and how fun she made it all to be. Just perfect and how it should be for this age group.
“Dance is the hidden language of the soul.”