I grew up dancing. As a shy, cautious child (I know you’re all laughing at that idea) I found it easier to follow in my sister’s footsteps. My sister being about 8 years older than me and super cool made me rightfully worship the ground she walked, and danced, on – after all! So little Vicki danced ballet as her big sister did.
The classes, the driving to and from classes, the leotards and tights, the shoes, the recitals – it became a part of our daily lives. My mom became an expert at doing our hair up in buns, sewing the elastic on our pink shoes, and trips to the Danskin Factory Outlet Store. My dad probably knew more ballet terminology than the average man. Even if he didn’t he put on a smile and cheered us on, regardless. 
So when one of my students asked me to attend her
“Bring a Friend to Dance” class, I jumped at the opportunity.
I sat along side the other “friends” with my camera ready.
After class, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much! It really made my heart dance watching these girls do what I loved to do for so many years. And from their excitement asking “Can we do turns today?!” and shrills at the announcement of their recital piece, there was no doubt of their love for dance.
Happy Valentine’s day!
I hope you never forget what it is you love, and love to do.
Living in our nation's capital allows me to learn something new every day. So does teaching 2nd graders. My nose piercing and tattoos keep me from normalcy, while my job and religion keep me grounded.
