Cue the girl I used to babysit. I can't tell you how many pairs of her Barbie's shoes my sister and I must have lost when we came over and how many times I pretended to be their horse. There are so many memories of Katie and growing up; many monumental and many nonsensical. Mostly, I recall the nonstop dancing and how it could never not be a part of this girl's future.
I'm not sure about destiny, but it would only make sense that Katie would manage to find a man she could literally dance around the world with (and already has, a little) and perhaps, open a dance studio together someday. I don't think a lot of people get this lucky, but these two are.
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