Friday was Christopher's Dance Recital. When I saw him in his outfit, I cried. He looked so grown up, he's going to be a heartbreaker when he gets to high school, goes to prom.
We dropped Christopher off backstage. Looks like the crew was working hard.
My sister Lisa, who got the class for Chris for Christmas, came down for the recital. We left the youngsters at home so we could enjoy the show. Eric's parents joined us and we took over most of a row.
Then the show started. And we cried. I cried for every little girl in a tutu, every group that took to the stage, I cried.
And then my tiny dancer took the stage. Oh yeah, that got me some more. There were only two boys in the entire recital. And mine was one of them.
It's a little hard to see in the video. Eric was videotaping, and we were pretty far back, so there's a lot more bobbing dark heads, but let's just say, Chris is the blob with black pants, 5th in from the left. The one that spun in a flashy circle upon introduction.
He did a great job.
He had been silly all semester, but when he hit that stage, all the silly disappeared, and he focused, kept up, and did a wonderful job, I was so proud of him.
Mama's little ham. He couldn't even see us. But we were out there, whooping it up, crying, sniffling.
And so proud.
For their Grand Finale, the entire troup came out dancing to the Jungle Book theme, "I wanna be like you."
After his concert, we brought him flowers and a balloon. He was so excited.
And we were all so proud.
Since we were out late, the littles were taken care of, to celebrate we took the my little dancer to Steak -n- Shake. In our family, nothing says Celebrations after a show, choir concert, wedding, or dance recital, like a milkshake!
He got his Jr. Mint, with no crunchies in it. :)
I swear he is so adorable he could do commercials for Steak-n-Shake.
It was the Perfect end to a Perfect evening.
