The Girl loves dancing. We’ve known that for some time, and made videos and photos several times.
It’s such an odd thing for me, a complete non-dancer. She can hear music that she likes, and she’ll jump up and start dancing — in the kitchen, in the living room, in her room.
I imagine if any of her favorites came on the radio while we’re out shopping, she’d dance about there as well.
She dances to anything. K puts on Polish folk music and within minutes, the Girl has burst into the living room and is dancing. Anything by Chopin gets her swaying almost majestically.
Elvis Costello can get her feet moving so fast it looks likes she’s running in place.
It is the ultimate sign of a love of music.
Our hope is that it will last and deepen over the years.