ballerina

This year required real ballet shoes and a uniform of pink.  Instead of sitting in my lap the entire first class like last year, even with a new school and new instructor, Miss Camille,  she ran in and didn't give  me a second thought. I was shuffled off the the parents room to wait.  I snuck back to the door to take a peak a few times... and stare at her, all legs and arms, twirling and leaping across the dance floor.

Our little ballerina.