”she’s amazing” I whisper quietly, with emotion painted on my voice, as I reach for your hand and give it a squeeze. The engagement ring on your left hand leaves a chilling feeling that sparks up my spine. My whole world. One sitting next to me, holding my hand. The other one up on the big stage, wearing a pink tutu skirt with a matching leotard, her hair in two tiny pigtails. She’s truly shining up there.

You and I have been married for a few years now, and we have two daughters; Bonnie who’s 4 and Betty who’s 1. Earlier this year, you put Bonnie in ballet class, since you wanted her to do the same thing you did when you were younger. So, today, we’re at her ballet recital. And she’s a natural, and that has nothing to do with her being my daughter. Before we got here we dropped Betty off at my mum’s house since we figured she would just be all fussy and bored, and we also wanted to give Bonnie some alone time with us since we’ve barely been alone since Betty was born.

I clap proudly and loud as the dance is over and wipe away some happy tears from the corner of my eye. I watch as she runs up to us and I pick her up and hold her tightly. “My pretty little ballerina” I mumble softly and press a kiss against her soft hair as she giggles in my arms. I look over at you, with a soft smile, holding the roses I bought earlier for Bonnie.