On most ballet class days, I drop off and J picks up, and I rarely make it inside the studio to watch the girls. This weekend J was out of town, so I was on drop off and pick up duty. Although we typically agree to meet outside for a swift pickup, I decided to drop into the studio to see if the door to class was open today. I caught a glimpse of my girl dancing en pointe. It's hard to believe she's arrived at this moment, it feels surreal. What I captured is a culmination of her determination and hard work (and drive to work through the pain of learning Pointe). I couldn't be prouder. Pass the tissues.