Ruby started her first dance class today. I'm excited for her and I think she's going to eat it up. I grew up taking dance lessons - though I have nothing to show for it besides my lean, dancer body - and I have good memories of recitals, waiting for my dad who was often late, making it on pointe, breaking a ballet bar with Julie Hatfield, black leotards and pink tights, making friends, wondering why a boy would ever take ballet, learning how to spot as I did pirouettes, wearing my hair in a tight bun, running to the store to get a treat after class because I knew my dad was going to be late, grabbing a slurpee on the way home because my dad felt bad he was late. The list goes on and on. I'm guessing Ruby's going to make a lot of good memories even if I'm late picking her up sometimes.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
This photo was taken through the viewing window (hence the reflection of a chair)
Ruby started her first dance class today. I'm excited for her and I think she's going to eat it up. I grew up taking dance lessons - though I have nothing to show for it besides my lean, dancer body - and I have good memories of recitals, waiting for my dad who was often late, making it on pointe, breaking a ballet bar with Julie Hatfield, black leotards and pink tights, making friends, wondering why a boy would ever take ballet, learning how to spot as I did pirouettes, wearing my hair in a tight bun, running to the store to get a treat after class because I knew my dad was going to be late, grabbing a slurpee on the way home because my dad felt bad he was late. The list goes on and on. I'm guessing Ruby's going to make a lot of good memories even if I'm late picking her up sometimes.
Ruby started her first dance class today. I'm excited for her and I think she's going to eat it up. I grew up taking dance lessons - though I have nothing to show for it besides my lean, dancer body - and I have good memories of recitals, waiting for my dad who was often late, making it on pointe, breaking a ballet bar with Julie Hatfield, black leotards and pink tights, making friends, wondering why a boy would ever take ballet, learning how to spot as I did pirouettes, wearing my hair in a tight bun, running to the store to get a treat after class because I knew my dad was going to be late, grabbing a slurpee on the way home because my dad felt bad he was late. The list goes on and on. I'm guessing Ruby's going to make a lot of good memories even if I'm late picking her up sometimes.
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4 comments:
Thanks for the laugh, there is nobody like you. Good luck with dance little Ruby!
Hey, take word verification off your blog!
i didn't know you were a dancer! no wonder you have good calves.
ruby caaan dooo iittt!
thanks for the disclaimer re: the chair--I was soo confused.
Love the blog and the photo web site. It all looks awesome. I like the first name you had for it too though! It's still some really good pics...I'll be checking in!
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