Another flashback. One of the more difficult things to accept last spring was the abrupt end to the dance season. For many reasons, it was going to be the last year this child took dance, and we were looking forward to celebrating twelve wonderful years with one last recital.
Instead, we picked up a box of costumes that were already paid for, twisted unruly curls up into a final ballet bun, and held a photoshoot as a last, bittersweet, goodbye.
I wish with all my heart that this season in her life could have ended differently.
