Hold still...

I'll never forget those hours. Sitting on the side of my grandmother's bed as she put the finishing touches on my hair and got me ready for my dance recitals. The whole family acted as though I was getting ready to star on broadway. I remember the entire production. Conversations a week in advance about what she was planning for my hair, and how beautiful it looked when she was done.

As I twisted my fingers through Sienna's hair Friday night, it brought me right back. I did everything I could to relax the anxious little performer in order to keep her parts straight.