Time has flown by since we slipped those first pair of little ballet shoes onto your feet.
Pink tights, leotard and shoes, you were hooked.
Now you don't need my help adjusting those pesky tights or slipping you shoes on over your heels. You've got it now. And as I watch you dance I know that you have.
You are making strides. It may not always come easy, but I see your dedication. You don't just dance at the studio, no you twirl and plie', hop and leap, all around the house, practicing your art.
This year brought tears. What beauty you exuded. From the time you began getting ready to your last practiced and preformed step, it was perfection. It was the rite of passage from a little girl to the beginnings of a young lady and my heart cried out with joy, pride, and an abundance of love for my precious, darling, baby girl.
Dance strong, dance sweet, dance love, dance heart, dance soul.... DANCE!
Continue on with the circle of documentary 5 photos on the 5th of the month with the talented Jessica of Samarie-Lei | Houston Family Photographer .
