Am I smiling too big? I couldn't help it.
Over the weekend, Justin and I had the chance to watch our son dance. He had three roles this year: Soldier Doll, Nutcracker Doll, and Russian Candy Cane. He was phenominal.
With his ballet instructor and mentor, Sergiu Brindusa.
After the performance, we were bombarded by dancers, their parents and audience members. He made a splash, to say the least. We had a pow-wow with his instructors and heard sentences like, We need to send a video to the Royal Ballet and He has a rare gift.
This "rare gift" is a life-changer. You know, we had a plan! While it makes me sad that our plan has changed, I think we have many amazing years ahead.
I couldn't copy the pictures here, but if any of you are interested, here is a link to the photography. A still doesn't do justice to the movement, but you can get an idea.
Russian Candy Cane
Now, to keep his head small, today he will be cleaning toilets, picking up after the dog and otherwise engaged to be reminded that he is just one of the Sanders' kids.