The Courage To Dance

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I spent the last hour sitting on the couch hemming my son’s ballet pants for his recital tonight. He’s spent the last hour hopping around me like a little duck, flapping his hands a little with each bounce. There needs to be a word for beyond excited, because that’s where he’s at right now. He’s worked hard to get to the point where he could watch me hem these darn spandex-y velvet pants.
Two years ago, he attended his sister’s ballet recital and fell in love

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