When you’re kids number seven and eight of a large tribe, there are just some things that are so much a part of the family culture that you consider as part of the norm.
Case in point.
Dance.
These two have grown up with a calendar that includes Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and spring dance recital.
It’s just part of our jam.
And the picture sessions that come with said recital? Well, as homeschoolers, we don’t really have that fantastically awkward and perfectly goofy collection of yearly school class pictures (which is a homeschool regret of mine~~there’s something special about those school pictorials). So dance pictures are sort of our version of recording the click of the clock of another year.
These two?
What can I say? The babies of the tribe. The hip-hopper and the ballerina.
Let’s take it back a few years, shall we? Just because I need another reason to binge out on chocolate.
Here we go.
Right?
Four years ago.
Might as well go for it…
I know.
My chest hurts.
So I’m renewing my view. I’m remembering to notice. To take in the moments, small and large.
And I’ll keep paying for those cutesy/posed/backdropped dance pictures. Because they’re our form of an hour glass. And I want to gather all the grains of sand.
