One! Singular Sensation!
Predictably, during the tap and ballet performances, each dancer went through her routine at least two seconds before or after the dancers beside her. Marley dances more slowly than her stage-mates; her movements are deliberate and earnest. Sort of like when she's working on a puzzle, or drawing, or reading. Beanie's more deliberate, all the way around. In fact, one of my favorite parts of the recital was when she paused to push up her glasses. It was such a sweet little Marley gesture amidst all the sparkle and fringe and tulle.
(Next year, we're pretty sure that Rudy will be taking dance class, too. I do not imagine that her movements will be steady or measured while performing. More likely, she will elbow her way to the center of the stage and hop and skip around in her own freestyle solo.)
But this is about Marley. She did it again: a dance recital performance that was so careful and proud. And I didn't cry this year, but it was not lost on me that she is another year older and, in stage makeup, another three or four years older-looking. She is still my tiny, tiny dancer, but she won't be that way for long, and that's just another part of the sweet futility of motherhood, of trying to remember and appreciate and love as much of this as I can.
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