Thursday, December 6, 2012

Where she loves to be

When the recital was over, the tutu put away and the flowers she'd been given arranged neatly in a vase on her dresser, we tucked our tiny ballerina into bed and told her how much we had enjoyed her performance.

She was exhausted from all the dancing and all the excitement, and was almost asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. We kissed the top of her sparkly head one last time and turned out her light.

As we pulled her door shut, Abby whispered in that sleepy little voice of hers, "I had so much fun tonight!"

Maybe every little girl just loves to dance. Maybe the sparkly costume and the glitter I sprinkled in her hair backstage made her feel like a princess. Whatever the reason, what we know for certain is that she is never so determined as when she's on stage trying to remember all her moves, or so patient with her own mistakes. And there is nothing else that makes her smile quite like she does when she's a ballerina.

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