If I close my eyes tightly, I can see the Tap ‘n Toe building at the corner of Custer and Park. I can remember holding my breath hoping that my arabesques were perfect. I can remember trying on toe shoes for the first time. I can remember laying in bed, staring at the painting of ballet shoes on my wall.

Then, I can fast forward to your sister’s ballet class.

(Denton, Texas – 2004. If you look just between Nate and I, you can see Julia inside).

As I chased after Sebastian today, during your first ballet class, memories of holding Nate and watching Julia came rushing back to me. What a sweet and precious time God has granted me.

Dear Mary,

This time, I know that these classes will be a fun and precious part of your memory.

This time, I know that chasing your little brother during your class will result in precious one on one time with him.

This time, I will breathe easy when you walk through the doors, knowing that you are having a blast.

The first song you danced to was ‘How Sweet it is to be Loved by You’ by James Taylor. What a perfect song to describe just how I feel about you, dear Mary Alice!