To my beautiful girl:
It’s the start of a very long weekend. I’ve spent the last five hours watching you rehearse, taking copious notes for my backstage role. I am deeply grateful your newly broken-in ballet shoes, which went walkabout, re-appeared today. I know we’ve got a brand new back up pair, but they’re not the same. Your toes bear testament to the beating they’ve taken these last few months. Muscle fatigue seems to be your constant companion. You’re fuelling like an athlete. And you know what? You are. You are amazing and dedicated and I can’t wait to see you fly across that stage tomorrow. I’ll be the one dressed like a cat burglar, hiding in the wings, checking costumes, staunchly neutral and encouraging all, when inside, my heart will soar every time I see you pirouette. And yes, I will cry and blame it on my hayfever. Get over it. You are awesome. I love you.
Aw, how lovely!
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This picture is ever so precious! I look at a copy I was ‘given’ in 2010. I look at it all the time, and wonder “Where did the years slip by?” She’s evolved into a precious and delicate flower. Witty, yes! Cheeky? Quite often! But, she is one of the most-loved 11 yr olds on the planet!! God bless her, and God bless her mother for all the patience, love and energy that she somehow seems to bestow on her precious daughter. DD indeed! We love you!!!
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