This one's for you.

Nationals happened two months ago, and I'm just now writing this post. Just feeling sentimental, I guess.

I danced with Robbie for what you could call an extremely solid year and a half. 

Our first Nationals

We laughed, we sweat buckets and buckets (more him than me), we cried (more me than him). We worked, often times getting way more distracted than we should have been. We dreamed, we planned, we hoped, and we achieved (you can see what I wrote about that particular experience here). 

I am positive that I pushed his buttons. I'm amazed that he put up with me for the amount of time that he did. Robbie stuck with me through one of the hardest times of both my dance life and my college life. 

He became a dear friend, the older brother I never had (even though he's hardly that much older than me). 

He pushed me and he challenged me, in more ways than one.

He stayed up late countless nights, helping my mom and me rhinestone my dresses. It is definitely safe to say that neither of my current dresses would look as amazing as they do without him. 

So even though I'm way late in writing this post, thank you Robbie. Now go kill it in Blackpool and on all your coming adventures.