Okay.  Brace yourselves.  What follows is the cutest thing you will see for the next 24 hours:


She sang so the back row could hear her.  She knew all the words.  Clad for the first time in her red and white robe, she clasped her hands in front of her as she walked up the aisle, as I’m sure Ms. Eby told her to do.  When she saw me, she flashed me one of her delighted, slightly conspiratorial grins as if to say, “Look at me!  This is so awesome!”

Proud doesn’t begin to describe it.  I wanted to make a formal announcement at the end of the performance that the beautiful girl with the blue bow in her hair who sang so the heavens could hear her was our daughter.  Our Evie.

Her daddy had to be out of town for work and missed it.  She did great, sweetie.  You would have wanted to tell everyone, too.