I can breath again

Well not really because my nose has been stuffed up for weeks, and I fell asleep last night before turning on the humidifier beside my bed. But figuratively I can. Yesterday was the girls' dance recital. They are both perfectionist and wanted to do the best they could. They have been practicing for what seems like forever at home. (the music started getting on my nerves, just about the minute they brought it home) They both danced wonderfully, Rachel had this part in her jazz dance that she always seemed to forget, but she got it tonight and boy was she happy about it. Being the perfectionist she told me about the few mistakes she did make, I reassured her she hid it well, and look wonderful on stage. Sarah's hardest class this year has been tap, she just shinned on stage and was awesome! I often watched her in tap and wondered why she was struggling so much, but maybe she wasn't really struggling, but her teacher saw more in her and made her repeat steps she'd miss, until she got them right, but this same teacher would let other girls go with making mistakes. Sarah is a natural ballerina, like how she holds her hands is soft/expressive like a dancer, and man is the girl flexible, her kicks and leaps prove it. My nieces also dance with the same studio, so we got to enjoy their performances also. Some fun dances this year, that showed off their dancing abilities.