My poor scared little girl.

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She's as beautiful as she always is on meet mornings, with the... different look of hair tightly pulled back into a pony tail.

But today, she's pale and nervous, poor sweet.

She'd use to go off to meets with a happy unconcerned attitude, today, not so much.

It's her first meet back.

It won't be stellar, she's still not 100% back. Heck, it's probably going to be mess.

She's stressed. Very very stressed. She needs two minimum all-around scores to be able to compete at State. In previous years? Piece of cake? This year? Her season was short, so she has three meets to make those two scores, which of course Freaks. Her. Out.

Because she might not.

And she desperately wants to go to State. Last year, she could have expected to place. This year, she just wants to get there.

But! I am SO freaking proud of her. SO SO proud of her getting through the pain of the injury, the fucking surgery, rehab, the months of not know how much she could do, re-learning to fly through the air with an enourmous brace on her knee, for getting to the point where she can even compete.

It's not a great photo, since she wasn't really in the mood for photos before she left.



I'm nervous. Dh is nervous. She is nervous. I SO hope it goes well.

I wanted to go. We'd have to bring Perry and Linnea and she said that having us there would stress her out. So I'm home. And stressing.

And so so proud.