I know we all get some strange looks when the words “ballet class” come out of our 30-something mouths . . . but it’s nice when someone just goes right along with it. For me, that someone is my husband.
When I told him I was taking ballet classes, he didn’t ask how much, or ask why, or give me strange looks. He just said, “Ok. Have fun.”
After my first class, I came home excited and dancing around the house and speaking in French terms he didn’t understand. And he didn’t ask me to move so he could see the TV, or tell me to get my sweaty smelly ass in the shower. He said, “Ok. When do I get to come see you dance?”
I hope everyone is this lucky – to have someone to come home to that just supports and loves and lets you be who you are.