D raced out of the dance studio last night, legs flying, arms akimbo. "Mom," she yelled "Come in and watch!"
Like the obedient mom I am, I complied.
It was my first time in D's new studio and, holy crap, is it nice. Immediately, I was jealous. I mean, so jealous that I felt it physically.
I really, really miss tap dancing. I miss being challenged with new rhythms and trying them over and over again til I am sweaty and exhausted. One of my favorite feelings was getting something new right for the very first time.
Aside from missing tap a ridiculous amount, I also got to watch D kill a swag hip hop dance. Her dancing skills have grown immensely in the last five months. I can't wait to see her dance concert in a couple months.
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