She wanted me to get her up at 5:30 a.m. today so that she could get ready for her dance rehearsal.
She had an idea of what needed to be done, and I followed behind with reminders: get your hair wet, pack your lunch, get your clothes ready so I can label them.
And then makeup. I tracked down a gluten-free lipstick, since there's always a likelihood that it could be ingested.
She put the mascara on by herself. I watched as she gently brushed her lashes, so carefully. Watched the lashes darken and grow, and realized that she was growing too.
"So it's ok that I start wearing mascara now?" she wondered.
"Sure," I said.
That image of her putting on mascara. Gently and carefully.
I walked her into the building and then we sat in the auditorium for announcements. She leaned against me for warmth and let me put my arm around her. We sat like that and talked quietly between each other and laughed sometimes too, and I thought how lucky I am to have this thirteen-year-old love to be near me and lean against me and hold my hand, still.
She asked me to walk her back to her changing room, and I did. Met with the stage mom to introduce myself and warn against sharing lipsticks because of Celiac disease. I looked at Lanie.
"You good?" I asked.
"Yes," she nodded.
"I'll see you later," I said.
Came home to Erin, who was excited to bake a cake for her sister's big day tomorrow.