Two days ago I watch her step on stage and audition for Aladdin.
I sat in the chair and just looked at her. Really looked. And my eyes filled with tears.
She's nearly nine. NINE. How is it possible? I feel like it was just yesterday that I met her for the very first time. She was sunny-side up and took her sweet, indecisive time coming into this world. Out, then in. Out, then in. Much like the sweet, indecisive girl she is now.
She was born with a head full of dark hair and her daddy's eyes. And my world was never ever the same again.
I watched that dark hair and those dark eyes as she confidently sang with a big smile on her face.
And it physically hurt my heart.
She is so beautiful. And so kind. And so infuriatingly picky. And so talented. And so utterly, completely HERSELF. All big teeth and long legs, constantly singing and fighting with Sadie. Sometimes in the same breath.
She is independent yet needs me so much. She doesn't want me dressing her (or even giving my opinion!) yet she still wants to hold my hand when she's scared. She has her first crush but she's too sweet and innocent to even look at him.
I see glimpses of preteen in her. An errant eye roll or sigh. And she feels so bad the MOMENT that those things happen she apologizes over and over and over - with a look of abject terror on her face. As if she can't even believe that she just did that!
She is over the moon excited about this baby. You should have seen her face when I told her I was pregnant. PURE, unadulterated, TRUE joy. Because that's her.
She is joy. And light. And love. And she is becoming a young lady and I couldn't be prouder.
Go get 'em Harper! You will rock that townsperson/ensemble role. I just know it! I am so proud of you.