It all started one year ago with Savannah admiringly watching wide eyed as her older friend graced the dance studio with freshly learned skill. We were invited to see what the young girl had learned after a week of summer dance camp. And through that performance, we utilized every parenting skill we had to keep Savannah from running out there to join the dancing, and potentially ruining the small recital. Her raw excitement was barely restrainable.

The next year was filled with the repeated question, “When will I be old enough to take dance?” Then one Monday morning it finally happened. Savannah awoke to find me holding her first leotard and tiny ballet slippers. Her instant smile revealed she knew today was the day for her to start the long awaited dance camp.

As she joined her friends at dance class giggling with anticipation, it was hard to determine who was more excited. She or I? Grand adventures stereotypically require global travel, but I am learning more often than not, the adventures at home can rival any exotic expedition.







After is was all over Savannah ran over to hug her teacher. Ok, maybe she was just hitting her up for more snacks but even so I think it's safe to say she loves Mrs Kristi.