I wish I had proper words for you, to describe this feeling.
What’s it like to see the look on your child’s face as she realizes her dreams can be reality; that they will be reality.
Because she thinks it, wants it, needs it, feels it.
I wish I had the words.
There just aren’t any.
She will do Judy Garland proud.
And she will reduce me to a weepy puddle of goo.
Life is beautiful.