Yesterday was Harper's first dance lesson. No clingy crying, no lookin' back, no fear! My blonde curly girl owned it. She was born to dance!
We'd been counting down the days for two weeks and she was ready. So ready, in fact, that she told me, "It's ok mom, you can go shopping and leave me here. I'll be fine. I'm OK, I'm the big sister."
She is. She was. She danced.