Hugs, flowers, and headgear.

Gam came to every single one of my ballet recitals.

(And piano concerts and choir fiascos and baseball games…)

Insisting that I was the best one out there, even though I wasn’t…

Telling me I looked beautiful, even though I looked like Princess Tweelex …

(Can somebody please tell me what in the world is on my head?)

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3 thoughts on “Hugs, flowers, and headgear.

    • Thanks, Emily…love your site! My grandma comes from a generation where you DANCED, DANCED, DANCED every chance you got. They knew how to actually dance and not just…whatever you call it. 🙂 I think they had the right idea!

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