The Sweetest Thing

 You started ballet for the first time this week. I couldn't help but tear up when I opened the delicate, miniature ballet skirt that you and Dad bought at the big girl ballet store. You are my little tomboy, but when I asked what class you would like to take, you chose ballet, without hesitation. And as you came down the studio stairs after your first class you exclaimed, 'I did it! I did ballet and I loved it!' I am not sure there is anything sweeter than fifteen 4 year old girls, all lined up in their matching pink ballet outfits, hair neatly pulled back into buns. It really is the sweetest thing.