My heart just grew a bit last night as I watched Grace in her first real dance class.
You know like where pink tights, shoes and hair in a pony were required.
It took me back to my "hey daddy" years. I know only my parents will get that, but basically I lived dance from the age 5 to 13 years old.
Grace was all smiles and held onto every word Miss Lorrie told her to do .
After class Grace told me she wanted to do dance everyday.
I told her that she could do dance every Thursday and then we agreed that was a good plan!