Her first tutu

Okay, so with the winter rains and such, I signed up Amara for a little ballet class with the Parks and Rec. (There is so little offered for those of us that have to work, btw...totally bitter about that. AM classes only, little to nothing on the weekends or late-afternoon. What is up? That's another post....grrr) Anyway, I didn't need to buy a tutu, no, I didn't need to buy a leotard, no, and I didn't need to buy tights. But I did. I'm not a foo-foo chick with Amara at all but, I have to say, seeing the little ones float around like butterflies is enough to make anyone smile, no matter what your day was like. Such sparkle, imagination, flight, splendor and possibility in their eyes. It's enchanting really. So, with her tutu, I had to video. We put it on for Papa when he got home from work. If you watch him in the background, you'll see oodles of laughter. He was beside himself, struck with the cuteness factor being off the charts. Enjoy and happy dancing!