My baby, her hair in a bun, and bobby pins tucked firmly in place.
Her light pink tights on her not-quite-big-girl legs.
Little wisps of hair falling out of the bun, curling around her face.
Twirling, spinning, falling…
“This is First Position, mama!” My little ballerina girl told me today.
She’s growing up so fast.
I can’t get that Lionel Richie song out of my head.
Because now Nicole’s song, is Olivia’s too.