Cass just started her first dance class a month ago. Every Friday her energy levels skyrocket higher than usual, and that is saying a lot, as she slips on her ballet flats and leotard. When watching through the glass, I laugh as she jumps around and smile at her twirls. She looks back at me every 10 minutes or so to wave. It is a fun time.
My girl gets home, sheds her dancewear, and dons a serious face as she helps her daddy put up shelves and hooks in our new home. The same delight that bathed her face as she spun around to whimsical notes and melodies is alive again as she puts her finger on the trigger of the drill and drives a stud home.
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