Thursday, June 3, 2010
When You Wish Upon a Star. . .
Since the minute she could walk, at ten months, Signe has been a dancer. She sings and dances her way through life. As a toddler she sat through Hannah's dance recitals in awe of the production and the music and the dancing. At three years of age I signed her up for her very own ballet class.
All the way there, decked out in a foofy tutu, she kept asking, "Now, where are we going?"
To which I would reply, "Dance class."
She would get a funny look on her face and say, "Whose dance class?"
Silly question since she and I were the only ones in the car and I certainly wasn't wearing a tutu!
"YOUR dance class!" I would assure her.
And every time she would get an awe filled, completely pleased look on her face at the prospect.
A month and a half after her ballet class started we moved. It was very sad.
TWO years after moving, I finally signed her up for another dance class, much to her delight.
Her recital is in two weeks. Her class is dancing to "When You Wish Upon a Star".
She can't wait.
Last week she got to bring her costume home, and today she got to put it on and get all done up for pictures.
She was in heaven.
As she twirled in her foofy skirt she assured me, "After my recital you are going to be seeing a lot of this dress."
I don't doubt it.