Every Wednesday night, her mother twists her curls into a bun begging them to stay in place for the next hour or so. She slips into her leotard and skirt and grabs her bag then we watch as she twirls and kicks and points her toes to a rhythm all her own. Regardless if the taps of her shoes are on beat or if her ballet positions are in order, she's learning how to move gracefully and with purpose while we're learning to sit back a little and soak it all in... our very own tiny dancer.
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