At least, in her own mind.
This past weekend marked one of the first major milestones in our life as the parents of a little girl: the dance recital.
Weeks of transporting her to dance class, hours of wrestling to get her hair into something that resembles a bun, and lots of money later, the recital amounted to 5-6 minutes of pure adorableness (the pinnacle probably being the moment she got caught in the closing curtain).
It was so worth all the stress.
I also loved the costumes, the moment her Daddy handed her the first bouquet, and the little trophy she received as well. She's spent the days following putting on encore performances and talking about next year....
I'm still just enjoying the moment.