First Dance Class

I don't know how many dance classes Vivian has observed in her three years.  Last spring we spent hours watching her sister prepare for her recital.  Viv always sat patiently, watching her sister behind the double-sided mirror.  Today it was finally her turn.  She burst into the class with pent up rhythm.  She free-styled while waiting her turn in line.  She spun and pranced, twirled scarves and smiled for the entire forty-five minutes.  We were so proud.