She just ran in circles. It was unabashed joy, twirling the ribbon, wings and tutu a-flutter.
There wasn't any real dancing per se; she is only 2.
At first, she was hesitant and shrieked with unabashed fear, tears streamed down her face. Mama persevered and Beatrice survived the first dance class.
After that, she didn't want to leave.
She lit herself on fire with her own joyful path, bounding through an imaginary sunlight meadow, a moonlit forest.
God bless you, Beatrice. You inspire me to keep bounding.
Watch me burn a path, baby. Daddy loves you.
The surface of the earth is soft and impressible by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels. How worn and dusty, then, must be the highways of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity! I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. (Henry David Thoreau)
The joy of a child is so heartwarming. Thank you for sharing Bea's joy.
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