Tears of joy

I wish I could say that being pregnant causes me to cry at the drop of a hat where Jordan is concerned, but I honestly cannot say that. It is true that the hormones have made me a little more teary eyed at random things, but when it comes to my beautiful girl, I always get choked up. I think it started the first day she went to daycare, she smiled at me for the first time when I dropped her off. Of course I every single first she did made me cry; first day of school (every year!), first friend birthday party (well pretty much every party), first time she played t-ball, you get the idea. Today was no exception. She auditioned for the Nutcracker on Saturday, and results were to be posted today. I wanted so badly for her to get some part, I didn't care what, just something, but of course, I was a good mommy and prepared her that the other girls auditioning had been in dance much longer and if she didn't get a part it would be okay. We wouldl try again next year. So today, as I'm going down the list of parts, my heart is beginning to hurt because I haven't seen her name, then close to the bottom of the list, there it is. Jordan Womak (yes it was misspelled) Angel! I had to suck up my tears really fast as my beautiful daughter showed me that huge, proud smile. Even now as I type this, I get tears in my eyes. I wonder if it will be like this for the one on the way. I hope so. I do enjoy sharing all these wonderful moments in her life. I hope that this is what she looks back on and remembers. Not me griping at her to clean her room, or find her shoes.