This one is of me and my mom. She is the reason I dance, hands down. She signed me up for dance classes when I was four years old and I never stopped. While I know that we don't share the same DNA, there is no doubt in my mind that she passed her great dancing skills onto me in some way. Perhaps Osmosis? I should look into that. It could be some scientific break through. I'll let you know how that turns out.
Anyway, my mom and I are pretty much guaranteed to be the first people to get up and start dancing and the last to leave. And usually the only reason we stop dancing is because our husbands are dragging us out kicking and screaming. Ok, well not really, but it gives you a good picture right?
Photo by Kate Rupertus from SingleExposure Photography