Dancin' Feet

These feet were made for dancin'. Be it around our house, barefoot in the grass, or sliding around on our kitchen floor. Ever since you were little, Mazzy, you've loved to dance.  You definitely have your own personal, shall we say, style, when it comes to dance: eyes closed, large swaying movements followed by sharp spastic jets and jabs. Your dad and I are never left without entertainment in our home. Often you'll spark something in your brother, making him shake his booty right along with you.

The time has come for you to be introduced to a more formal dance environment; learning actual steps and movements.

It was a special treat for your dad and I to accompany you to your first dance class. It's not often these days that we get to do things "just the three of us"...sitting in the row of chairs lining the dance studio wall, I sat there with your dad and was overcome with feelings of nostalgia. You're our baby, Goobie. And look at you out there in your pink leotard and tights. Ah, I'm so proud of you little lady. You made my heart swell with excitement for all the opportunities you have in front of you. The most important thing to remember is to enjoy yourself.  Enjoy every unique part about you. Even the spastic dance moves. Oh how they make me smile.

I was so proud of yesterday, Roo. You took it all in, carefully following your dance teachers lead; gracefully and precisely bending your limbs to match the lines of the children beside you. You did great.