There's no way of knowing if dance will stick for Vivian. I've got no grand plans to raise a ballerina here. It may be that she will find herself excited by soccer, or gymnastics. Or that she will be happy to spend sportless afternoons tucked away in her bedroom reading books. Whatever she embraces, I'll embrace, too. I love my girl, and I love what she loves. But for today, I love my little dancer and her little dancy ways.
And afterward, with A and MG enjoying a morning with very good friends, V and I did downtown. A coffee/donut date, some shopping, lots of oohing and aahing at window displays and "sparkly" snow piles and "twinkling" (read: flashing) crosswalk signs .... whatever struck her little fancy.
The very best kind of Saturday.