The ballet recital is over. It was a howling success.
The class moms did what they needed to do.My two assistants were marvels. Everyone was thrilled by how smoothly things ran. Those hours of work I put in on planning were not in vain.
JR, that little shit, did her routine flawlessly, having whined at the beginning of this whole thing that she couldn't learn it, and later flubbing it several times in rehearsals. She was amazing.
SC's outfit was not becoming and I know she was nervous and a little stiff in her solo. But she was wonderful in the group dances, and even in the solo, there are moments of my girl that haven't been there too much in recent days.
The videos are a mixed bag, because the Man had never used the new camera before, even though I TOLD him to do so repeatedly. Sigh. But I will be posting some of it, plus some pictures taken by a photographer who also may have more video to sell--and who I am sure will overcharge for it.
And you will NOT be seeing the finale, where I got up on the stage and helped lead some turns and jumps and curtseys. Though after 7 years of on and off classes--mostly on--and more than 12 pounds less on me these days, I don't think I looked half bad....
I've ordered 2 large pizzas for dinner and am hoping that for the first time in 3 days, I will be ready to go to sleep before 2 AM
We're done. At least,until our "Gingerbread" recital in December.
Leaving you today with Martina McBride's video that expresses what I hope for my girls.
No matter what happens, I hope they dance: