Made In The USA

Recital time again.  Time for Grace to be a star and show us how talented she is and knock  my socks off with all that she has learned in dance class.  Time for me to realize I have been breaking my neck to get her to class every week for very good reason.  Because she's awesome :)  That little girl has no idea how proud she makes me.  How I still remember how she smelled when she was a baby, how her skin felt and how we groomed her first curl on top of her head.  How there is nothing she could ever do to make me love her any more or any less. How she is already everything she needs to be for me. How she is a reflection of all that is true and good in me, because I made her.   Did I mention I am a proud momma?

6

She will be 6 on Monday.

If you don't know her . . . here's a quick summary: lipstick, nails, leave my hair down so you can see my curls, pink and red match, two skirts layered are even better, boots with shorts . . . i think i will, give me paper and markers and just. let. me. draw. That's her. My heart. My life.