I don't rightly recall what prompted our Kelly to start with the dance lessons. I think her first dance teacher was Miss Carolyn. Perhaps not, but it was Miss Carolyn I believe who first instilled the love of the dance into our baby girl's monkey heart. She was tall, taller than most in her class at the start and at whatever the level, ever destined to perform her best from the back row, partially hidden by those in front. For a time she had the body of a true ballerina, thin and graceful. A vision she was, with blond hair swept back into a tight bun at the back of her head and always that dazzling smile beaming out her joy in the moment. Sadly her body, cursed with the McMillan genes, betrayed her as she grew into womanhood. The desire, the aspirations never waned as she danced her way through Amarillo High, through a minor in dance at Texas Tech and a masters degree at WTAMU. But like many young dreams, hers of being a professional ballerina was not to be. Life interfered as it so often does, leading her down a different road. Where exactly that road will end, what destinations the monkey heart will see, we are yet to know. But this I know for sure. No matter where the road less traveled leads her, somewhere safely tucked away in a quiet corner of that gentle heart is the soul of a dancer.
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