Last night was the annual New Year's Dance at school. Excitement has flickered in the air for days. A perfect dress was found in older sister's wardrobe. I got a call me at work today "Mom, which colour do you think will suite to shadow my eyes?"
Best friend came, and two 11 year old girls spent hours in front of the mirror. Hair, eyes, cheeks, lips. Nothing was left to circumstance.
I loved breathing it all in, closing my mind for my perfume allergy. Enjoying the time of expectations, happiness and innocence. Remember moments from 40 years ago when the age of anticipation was mine......
My favorite moment: just before I drove the girls down to their school, watching Marta catch a glance of herself in the hallway mirror, a secret smile of appraisal - yes, I am content with myself!
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I picked up a tired dancing queen at 9.30pm. The dance was over, and nothing can never live up to your dreams, or........
Photos: Marta and her best friend yesterday afternoon.
Another story: The bathroom that was meant to be restored.
