Dear Maisie,
You asked to watch the "real ballet Swan Lake" on the snowiest day of the year on Vancouver Island. "I am the one with the crown mom, I'm the one on my tippy toes. Come one dad, dance with me." Your jammies were quickly exchanged for your ballet clothes. Watching you dance around the living room, periodically kissing baby Elliots head and instructing your dad how to be "more beautiful" and more like a "real ballerina". Your dad tried to ask you something about the performance and you whispered "shhhhh, ballerinas never talk on stage dad". I kept watching you and noticing the snow falling gently outside. Before I knew it, I had carried you and my camera outside and popped you on your new "stage" outside in the snow of our front yard. You laughed, danced and within about 2 minutes were done and ready for your promised 'dora snacks'. I posted one photo on my Facebook page and it got a whole lot of attention. I guess people think my little ballerina in the snow is pretty cute. I know I sure do.
Maisie, I hope you will always take time to be spontaneous, be wild, do something different, be yourself and follow your heart. Dance in the snow, live passionately and creatively. You are a masterpiece. I love you sweet girl. xoxo
