Last night, my daughter had her first practice for an upcoming ballet solo.
It was late and we both had a long day behind us — school, work, dinner, homework, dance classes, and a paper route.
Then this happened:
And I knew I would sit in a million waiting rooms and outside a thousands panes of glass to see this, to hear this, to feel this again and again.
Watch this clip, too.
And then promise me anytime you hear someone say the arts don't matter, you'll tell, "I won't give up."