I love my ballerina girl. Gwen is in a little ballet class every Thursday morning. She loves it. When we returned home this morning, the light in her bedroom was so pretty. I grabbed my camera and took a few candids of my girl. I love her so much. Two nights ago Jon and I woke up to hear her crying in her room. We both ran in to see what the problem was. She must have just had a bad dream. She kept saying, "mama, mama". I hopped into bed with her and she pulled me in close. It took just a minute to calm her down. I held her and quietly sang a few of her favorite songs. She was able to quickly drift back to sleep. I was reminded of how grateful I am to be a mom, Gwen's mom. I am one lucky mama to call this little one mine.
