Sarah is the most beautiful dancer. We grew up together and I wonder if my love of dancing grew just from being around her so much. We spent a lot of time building palaces out of cardboard boxes and burying treasure. She wrote happy things all over my desk in permanent ink and I would give her bundles of lavender when I knew she was sad. 

Sarah was always dancing, even when she wasn't. She'd hold her hands in graceful ways whenever she talked and when she happened to trip she'd land on the ground with pointed toes. She works really hard, always dancing, always chasing her dreams. I can't give her enough hi-fives for that.