Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Dance, Girl, Dance

 



 
 
 
Your second year of dance.  You are growing up so fast.  You love dance class and to twirl in your tutu.  You know that dancing means fun, and spontaneously love to dance in our kitchen while I cook and Pandora is on - it's kind of our thing - I cook, you dance.
 
Dance, girl, dance.
 
 
Dance like nobody is watching.

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