taking the stage

I know you’re probably really over this. And I apologize. Well, sort of.

Truthfully, I could keep at this for a while. I’m just so proud of my girl and so deeply grateful for this place and the people who bring it to life with their love of dance and respect for humanity and their indefatigable commitment to the premise that everyone should have the opportunity to dance.

It’s beautiful. And it’s how the world that I want to live in works.

So we’re going to spend yet another day in Brooke’s recital, courtesy of Grandpa DD, whose camera caught nuances that mine didn’t and to whom I am also so grateful.

(Good thing about gratitude – you can never run out.)

So here we go.


{image is of Brooke taking the stage with the group. The young man next to her is the first emcee.}

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{images above are photos of Brooke doing her solo dance. See yesterday’s post for details. I’ll come back to these later, but the hands – look at her hands.}


{image is a photo of Brooke taking her turn as emcee}

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{images are photos of the class taking their bows and Brooke striking a pose while the audience claps. Not all the kids are visible in the frame.}

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{images are photos of Brooke finding her teacher (from school) in the crowd and posing with her proud Grammy and Grandpa DD}

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{images are photos of Brooke getting kisses from Daddy and Katie after her performance}


{image is a photo of Luau, drenched in pride, expressing everything that we all felt that day.}

After the performance, Brooke and I ducked into the washroom so that she could change into her street clothes. A mom of one of the dancers in another class stopped her. “You were WONderful,” she said.

Brooke, in her perfect Peppa Pig British responded, “Well, I am a bit of an expert at these things.”

You are indeed, my love. You are indeed.

Photos courtesy of David Land all rights reserved – please see copyright information for questions. Quick version, they may not be copied nor altered nor used in any way without express permission. Thank you. 

9 thoughts on “taking the stage

  1. It was pure and absolute magic! We loved each and every minute. I’m still flying high on the wonderful memories!

    Love you,

  2. keep posting! It’s fantastic!
    Last year my son begged to do (non-adaptive) hip hop and we spent a year learning a routine with a very patient teacher and class. Even though my boy was 10 and there is a strict no-parents rule I ended up in every class to help.
    A year later I still watch the video where he not only participates but he has a mini-improv solo. (Which allowed him to skip the tough choreography).
    LOVE kids finding their way through music and dance.
    Though I’m glad he got his fill last year and we’re on to piano 🙂

  3. You can post about this recital until the end of time and I will never grow tired of it! The beauty and sheer joy that Brooke exudes while she is dancing is contagious even through photos. As a former ballet dancer and teacher, these posts thrill me more than you can imagine. I asked my husband just last night what he thought of me opening my own studio and offering classes such as the one Brooke is a part of. He said “if it will make you happy and it will allow ALL kids to feel the happiness you felt when you danced, then let’s see what we have to do to make it happen.” I’ll be working on that today!

  4. Oh please… This would make such a beautiful video or slide show with music… Hmmmm maybe a Christmas gift for the blog… HINT!

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