I was sitting in the living room today, reading and glancing up at Olivia as she was dancing around the living room. She was wearing her costume from her recital and twirling, jumping, and laughing. She was stunning and silly, sweet and innocent in that way that only children (especially young children) can be.
She put her arms down and trotted around the corner-and suddenly I had a vision into the future. In my vision, I was myself, only in the future. I was reading another book and I looked up, and my adult daughter came dancing around the corner, wearing a wedding dress. I heard Olivia's voice saying "Mommy, don't I look pretty?" and was brought back to present time.
I started crying. No, not crying. Sobbing! I was a mess! Instantly, my very sensitive and sweet daughter came running over and gave me a hug. I hugged her back and she said "You have to let me go now." "I know." I said. I choked back my sobs and smiled at her. "I am very proud of you," I said. "I'm proud of you, too," said Olivia as she smiled up at me.
