There she is: sky in her eyes, sky in her dress. The dress that had to be stitched up a few moments before the opening curtain–stitched up like so much of our lives.
“I don’t think anyone in the audience will notice it.” I use my assuring tone and my “you’ll be great” smile.
It is a time to dance. It is a time to keep. I watch her and wonder at the gift of a daughter–this one who has been my mystery girl. Unpredictable. The one who keeps her blessing lists. The girl in the middle who needs her niche.
I watch from the wings. She follows her hand with her eyes. She catches my gaze. Here in the hollow of my heart, she is right where she’s supposed to be.