Someday.

My little ballerina after her class…
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…gazing longingly at her idol Yvette and the “big girl ballerinas.”

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She loves to tell me “only 4 or 5 years til I get to dance in pointe shoes, like Yvette!”  Yes, this is the same girl who sobbed throughout her entire first ballet recital.

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She is currently prepping for two roles in the much anticipated Peter Pan
at the end of next month and I think ballet has become “her thing.”

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I’m glad she’s stuck it out so far. And I may be incredibly biased,
but she makes the most beautiful ballerina.

Idohwannaleave!

Caught Up At 40.

My sweet husband joins me at 40 today. (Uncle Jeff does too…obviously. Happy Birthday Jeff!)

I can often be heard saying that I have not two, but THREE children. But it is his complete joy at the smallest of pleasures and when J acts like “one of the kids” that makes me love him so.

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I love that he is the one I can’t wait to wake up to in the morning and the last one I see when I close my eyes to sleep.

He is always there to share in the big news, the little stuff, and even my Lucy & Ethel schemes.

He’s my shoulder to lean on or my comic relief when I need that instead.

I love that he knows when to reach over to take my hand during the sad parts of Downton Abbey, or shoots me a look that doesn’t even need words, yet we understand each other perfectly.

He’s my forever date, my Valentine, the love-of-my-life and I’m so happy he is mine.

(And just a little bit happy that he is now 40, too. Come on in, babe, the water is fine.)

Happy Birthday, J.
Love you with all my heart.