*Levi*
I push the door open, the soft thud of my footsteps drowned out by the music and laughter echoing from the heart of the dance studio. The sight before me tugs at a smile I can't suppress.
There she is, my Natalie, moving with a grace that belies the strength within her, her every gesture a testament to the passion she pours into her dance. Around her, a group of kids mimic her steps, their faces alight with joy and concentration.
I lean against the doorway, content to just watch, marveling at how the pieces of our life have fallen into place.
The weight of our eight month old daughter, Mia, snug against my arm, reminds me of the journey we have traveled. She babbles quietly, her tiny hands reaching out as if she too is captivated by her mother's dance. "Look at your mommy, Mia.
