Baby Ballerinas and Other Tiny Wonders

So, what is it about a tiny little girl in a pink tutu that makes me cry--even if it's a kid I don't know? Nameless little pixies bouncing and skipping and slinking and waving across the stage, each dancing to her own little tempo, still bring a tear to my eye. I could cover the tears with laughter because it was truly hilarious (especially the batton twirler who covered her head after pitching it upward and missing the trajectory). But when that special little princess, the one whose name I know and cherish, trotted across the stage, waving furiously and doing four dance steps that took five months to learn, I remembered again how sweet tears of joy can be. Dance little ballerina!