For three weeks we've been waiting, sometimes patiently, for Monday, July 5th to arrive. It almost made the NO FIREWORKS rule okay. Almost.
Monday, July 5th was Zoe's first tap class. We bought shoes three weeks ago when we registered for class. Two weeks ago Grandma Kathy bought her a dancin' skirt.
That meant for 14 days we heard, "is it time for my tap class...YET?!" We made a paper chain and she cut one ring off for each day. Monday that day came.
Oh my gracious, does she look excited?
We got to class and there were 5 other girls waiting. All in their leotards, dancin' skirts and tap shoes. Zoe is dancing at the same studio I danced at as a young girl and an adult. I ran into my former instructor Cami and she just about bugged out realizing we were starting the next generation of dancers.
She did so well. She listened. Talked to her teacher, Miss Sarah, when she was asked a question. She waited her turn. I can't quite tell if the tap dancing was her favorite part or the mirror that goes the entire length of the room.
Either way, the next class cannot come soon enough.
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