When Ellie was four and announced she wanted to be a ballerina, I had a small panic attack. All I knew was a lot of frill and pink. Let's see pink shoes, pink tights, pink leotard, pink hair stuff. It was an overload. I had no idea how to put her hair in a bun and I didn't know what any of the words meant. Well, I'm happy to report 4 years later......I can do an excellent bun, she's added a little bit of color besides pink and I still have no idea what the words mean. But I do know I always get teared up at every recital and I think I always will.

Have a good day!

Erin