Magic dust

Saturday was dress rehearsal and picture day for the first ballet recital.

Ella’s troupe (Baby Ballet, Tuesday class) are doing the Magic Dust dance in Cinderella.

When I look at these pictures, it’s as if I’ve been sprinkled with magic dust.


It was a warm, bright morning. We were on the front porch and I was snapping pictures furiously when she asked: “Want me to pose, Daddy?”

“Sure Sweetie,” I replied.

Then, I got this pose.


All of a sudden, all the driving to and from class, the fees, the rehearsals, the fees for the custom-made costume, and the exorbitant Ticketmaster prices for the recital tickets seemed so worth it.