As I walked through the front door she asked if she could show me her new dance moves. She did and eventually we danced together, though neither of us really knew the steps! After a few goes around the room she took off on her own in a 'baby giraffe' type of way! I call her that sometimes, my Baby Giraffe. And as I watched her tall gangley body trip around the room I was reminded of when we first moved into this house. I can remember sitting about on Sunday mornings, watching her practice her 'ballet' steps to unsuitable music, hoofing around the table in much of a similar fashion as she did now. She was four years old when we moved here. Wow how she's grown.
It was late by the time I persuaded her to go to bed. We sat on the floor in her room talking girly stuff for ages. We don't get enough time like that, just the two of us. Precious times indeed.