Introducing the Ballerina

We have arrived at the age of the ballerina. This child of mine wakes up in the morning dancing. She dances in the streets, she dances on her way to school, she dances when her friends come over. She guides us by the hand to a seat in the living room, so we can be the audience to watch her dance. She leaps, hops, twists, tiptoes, and curtsies. All of life seems to be one continuous dance, and that, I say, is a beautiful thing.