never was there ever
a girl so fun as this.
she had specific hair and makeup specifications.
that's what i kept thinking.
then she sat through each dance at the recital,
star struck as usual by the ballerinas on pointe.
and when her dance was all over the one thing she wanted to know was where were her flowers anyway???
but in a sweet unassuming way.
like i felt badly i hadn't because she was so sweet about it.
i made up something about how that's only for the end of the year ones,
and then of course about five dancers walked past us with boquets in their arms
and max looked up at me like,
"uhhh mom, what were you saying???"
it was awesome.
i changed the subject to could she tell me what the words were again to let it go or something like that,
and then we went out for mexican food with all of our friends and family that were there.
cause ya know, i haven't heard that song enough times to know the words myself.