She started when she was 3. She loved it. She loved the pink shoes. She loved the tutus. She loved the dancing in front of a giant mirror that took up the entire wall in a room. She loved twirling with other pretty girls to pretty songs, because Jack would rarely do it. She loved her teachers who showed just how to point her toes or hold her arms just right. She didn't love having to always have her hair up because "dancers should have flowy hair too." She loved getting to put on a little, emphasis on a little, bit of makeup for her recitals. She loved when her Daddy brought her flowers to recitals. In fact, she loved that most of all.
The beauty of my little girl being a dancer is that she loved it then, and loves it still.
Especially when she gets flowers!
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