So, I am going to admit it - today was Ella’s first day of cheer camp and I was so excited for her (I welled up of course when she put her uniform on). So what would any not-far-from-middle-aged, former cheerleader who was feeling nostalgic, do? Go up to the attic, shake the dust of my old squad pom-poms and break into my high school cheers! I could tell she wanted to be impressed but instead, she acted totally embarrassed. Oh poor girl, this is only the beginning.
