Well, girls, we had our first dance recital this last weekend.

We turned it into an event.

Pop, Gammies, Aunt J, and all your Midland cousins came to watch.

Grandma and Grandpa even came up for the weekend.

It was fun!

H, your Friday evening performance was fantastic.

The doors opened at 5 PM and the show started at 6.

K, we were so worried you were going to be tired and not make it through with your 7:30 bed-time.

But the lights went down and you were as happy as can be watching the dancers come and go as one routine finished and another began.

We all went to Rosas for dinner after the show was over.

There is only one little hiccup in all this.

Mom absolutely fell in love with being a dance mom. The discipline, the routine, and the community of it.

At the same time, H, you have said you don’t want to do dance next year.

Ha!

You still have time to change your mind, of course, but we love you no matter what you choose.

And who knows.

K, you certainly loved practicing with your sister!

I can still hear the song:

Yes, I am a panda bear
When I dance I shake my hair
Bounce my knees, tap my toes
Shake-shake, bounce-bounce, tap-tap toes

I love you.

-Dad