High Hopes

Everyone keeps telling me that it's okay if Jilli grows up rolling around in the dirt, playing ball and using sticks as weapons. "She has three brothers, what do you expect," people say. It's true and while I've come to accept the fact that she is rough and tumble most of the time, my heart flutters with joy every time I ask her to show me her "pretty ballerina pose" and she holds onto one foot stretching it out behind her. (And no, I didn't teach her the pose, although I'm very willing to demonstrate any other dance moves she may be interested in.)

And if her poses and pigtails aren't proof enough, I think her physique shouts nothin' but "future ballerina!"