Saturday mornings

5 Nov

Every Saturday morning Audrey and I drive the 5 minutes it takes to get into the cityfor her ballet lesson. I adore getting her dressed in her pink ballet clothes and tights and fixing her hair. It takes me back to my childhood and I remember my mother doing the same thing to me.

After lessons we walk across the street to the farmers market. We have our routine. First fancy lemonade then a breakfast taco and a treat – usually a brownie for her. We sit on the patio and listen to music while we eat. She runs around, dancing to the music, snacking between songs. She always saves half of her brownie for her brother, even though he’s with Daddy doing boy things.

My heart is full. These mornings are everything I dreamed of and make the struggle to get here hardly worth mentioning.


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