Shiloh has been taking dance classes. It has been so wonderful to see her enjoy her practices.
This morning was her first dance recital, and she just froze. She did not want to perform in front of all the parents. She cried. I told her I would be right there watching her–and that Papa, Ben, would come to watch her perform. Her eyes lit up and she was ready. Most of her performance consisted of her staring at the teacher, with some bursts of energy and excitement.
The most beautiful thing happened after the performance–when nearly everyone had left the room. Shiloh gave the performance tutu back, and danced freely around the room. She was free. Free from the stares of the small crowd. Free from the choreography. Free to be herself.