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posted Monday December 13th, 2010

Annabelle squeezed out a few tears at bedtime last night. I couldn’t blame her — I wanted to cry, too.

Snow Queen was over.

This was her third year appearing on a big stage in downtown Phoenix, in the city’s alternative to the Nutcracker. Her second (and almost certainly last) year as a rosebud, which she and I agree is the best role. She was cranky about rehearsals, nervous about going on stage, bored waiting for  curtain calls.

And beyond ecstatic about the whole thing.

Saturday night — still only halfway through the four shows, happily in the midst of the whole thing — we left the theater late. She pulled the big stage door open ahead of me, and said something so quietly I didn’t quite catch it.

“I feel….”

“Cranky? Grumpy?” I asked, sighing. “Hungry?” All would have been perfectly acceptable.

No, she answered.

“I feel proud.”

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Tags: Filed under: culture, Entertainment, family by Amysilverman

4 Responses to “Proud”

  1. Awwww… teary myself there. Especially since she is usually so reserved, that is special.

  2. Then Robert Polk is proud, too.

  3. Proud doesn’t even begin to describe the warm fuzzy feelings and the awe and wonder I felt when I watched that baby on stage. She captured my heart once again as always when I am in her presence.

  4. That’s beautiful. Thank you for sharing that!

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