Miss E? She has been a handful lately. I spent three hours reading journals and blog posts about when Mr. O was 3.5. Turns out I was certain he might be a career criminal. Feddersen kids at three are tough, strong, feisty, stubborn…they shout a lot.
But today? Miss E? At her first Highland Dance class? Anything but…all sweetness and bright light. It was wondrous.
She was amazing, adorable, graceful.
I cried a little.
And…who would’ve guess? A Highland Dance studio in Joe Rich? Most excellent.
E is wearing the shoes that both her Auntie Shell and I wore for our Highland lessons. And of course a tutu; I couldn’t resist. She couldn’t stop looking at herself; though I must admit it was hard to look away.