Letter 19

Dear Lincoln,
You're my dancing queen. Ahem. Uh. Dancing dynast? I'll blast the music and you will come running up to me begging to dance. And when I get tired and need to sit down, you'll beg again.
You've always been like this; in love with dancing and music. I remember when you used to move to the microwave going off. Ha! I have a video of you bobing to the beat of your musical mirror at nine months old. Since then, you've showed a love for music through singing and instrument. Admittedly, I could do without the 10am drumming, but I'll wait a few years before letting you know. For now, I'll do my best to cheer you on (and keep it under 15 minutes).
One of my favorite things about your love for music is your dedication to mimicking others' dance moves. Your papa is excellent at show casing this. He'll do the most awkward dancing just to watch your imitation.
This week while I was practicing some hip hop (yes, I'm in a hip hop class; remember this when you're older and you don't think I'm cool) you were emulating the moves and doing pretty darn good too.
You get this from your father. He can write music, play practically any instrument, sing, etc. I karaoke. And my enthusiam is far greater than my talent (I proved that this week as well)!
I look forward to your next performance.

I love you leapin' Lincoln!