Well, you know how the saying goes.
Most of the drama, the marley burn, the sunburn, the blood, sweat and tears, the headaches and especially all that water under the bridge we are leaving behind on the dance floor…as every good dancer does. It is our final dance competition, dance nationals as dancer and dance mom and yes, there was all of that and more that happened here in Las Vegas.
I wouldn’t want to go through this eight year-long adventure with anyone but my tiny dancer.
But let us all pause briefly and take note that I look so damn skinny in this picture standing next to my daughter who dances for hours every day. I did. We did.
Because what happens in Vegas stays there…for now…until we get home. That’s going to be a whole ‘nother adventure.