
A story, part of a story, an unfinished story...
The story of a little girl who fell in love.

Touching, inspiring, simply beautiful...
It may sound overly dramatic, but it's unfolding has been a beautiful gift to witness...
Once upon a time, there was a tiny 5-year-old girl
who saw the Nutcracker Ballet for the first time.
She was enthralled, sat with eyes glued to the stage, fell in love...
Then she discovered a movie, Barbie in the Nutcracker. In her little kindergarten world, it was the closest thing to her newfound love. She watched it over & over. She memorized the final dance. She did it over & over. She asked the same question every day, "Mommy, will you please put me in ballet?"
She asked & asked until the asking made it happen.
In January, we called the studio where her friends danced. She wanted dance with them, but were told that she probably couldn't because that wasn't a class for beginners. She got to try one class while the studio owner watched. Afterwards, we were told, "She'll be fine." :)
She was a natural.
She stayed.
She danced.
She grew.
She learned new things, new styles.
She grew tired of ballet, her first love.
I was sad, but when I told Barb that she was done with ballet, she just said "No."
"She can't quit ballet. She's ready to fly." :)
She didn't quit. :)
(Barb made sure of that.)
She danced.
And danced.
And danced.
Sometimes ballet was her favorite.
Sometimes ballet was a neccessary evil.
But still she danced.
She danced until ballet was her favorite again.
Until she was ready to go en pointe.
And once again, I got to be there.
To drive her to Castle Rock for a fitting.
To witness her excitement, her pride, her sense of accomplishment.
To see her strength & determination.

To remember that little girl who fell in love.
And marvel at just how far she's come.
So lucky to get to see her following her dreams.
So proud.
So looking forward to the next chapters of this story...