While last year little lady had her first dance recital, this weekend was the first dance recital on a huge stage, with hundreds in the audience.
There was a rehearsal, on a different stage, last week and it was a near disaster. The teacher used claps to cue the girls to their next dance step and a series of claps confused the 4- and 5-year-olds. Eight little girls ran off to gather their flowers.
Two little girls stood their ground in the swirl of pink and white toile that flew by them. And then flew back to return to their spots. My little lady and her dance partner, who came up to her shoulder, stood with their hands on their hips and calmly pointed their toes.
But, as the saying goes, a bad dress rehearsal means it will be a stunning performance. And it was.
At least I think so. It was a bit hard to watch through my tears.
Nothing like a beautiful ballet to end the weekend. What song ended yours?