She could hardly wait until early afternoon for her makeover. Its something she has talked about for weeks and the day was finally here. Today was the day that the costume came out of the wardrobe bag for the first time. Today was the day that she was able to wear red lipstick for the very first time, accompanied by makeup she could wear out of the house. Today was dress rehearsal for the upcoming recital. It's been months in the making. Many monthly tuition checks written to the dance studio, weekly classes, and countless personal performances in front of the long bathroom mirror to make sure she had to just right. Today was the very last practice before the big event.
The rehearsal brought forth copious amounts of nervous giggles from the petite ballerinas, periodic tear swipes from the tuition payers sitting in the auditorium with video cameras in hand, and a huge sense of accomplishment for an entire year of learning and practicing. I definitely did not expect the afternoon to be quite so emotional. But alas, my sentimental heart gets the best of me sometimes.
I can't wait to see the final performance on Saturday!