remember we can dance?

Remember our competitive dance days? Those weird crazy moves for 12-year-olds! I still laugh thinking about those outfits and that ridiculous hair. None of the trophies mattered as much as having you right beside me through it all. I'm so incredibly glad we share those memories. They're part of our story now - a story of two kids in jazz funk costumes who are not fucking kids anymore. I wouldn't trade those dance floor moments for anything!