The Circle of Life

Reb and I took our annual trek to Myrtle Beach for the dance convention last weekend.  I suppose after this year it's no  longer an annual thing - it's no longer a thing at all.  I was fine for the majority of the weekend (well fine after I got over the fact a rock hit my windshield causing a chip) but just as the very last class on Sunday was ending it all hit me and I got ever so slightly misty eyed.  This was it... and the countdown has begun.  While it makes me sad it also is exciting and I stand back at times and just marvel at it all.  The world exists, laid out before her, waiting for her to decide which direction she's going to take.  I see a wonderment in her eyes that's mixed with a confidence she's unaware of right now.  I'm so proud of her and envious, in a way.  So many choices and experiences wait for her - she's amazing and beautiful and all that's good and right.  My heart swells and tears well - I'm sure going to miss all this...  but it's that whole "circle of life" thing... it's what's supposed to be happening.  It's a beginning, for us both, not an ending - a fact I have to keep reminding myself.  I'll let ya' know how that works out.

And so... a first for the ball... she is her mother's daughter.