Letters to Genevieve
My how you are growing. One moment I was nuzzling your soft newborn head and with one blink I found myself taking you to your first dance class. I stood outside the doorway as you made your way into class. It didn't matter that you were the youngest or the shortest you found your spot and were happy to be there. I quietly watched as you bounced and ran about. You didn't quite understand all of the directions and your attention span was short but I know you'll get there. My how you are growing my sweet girl, my how you are growing.