Rachel and I were on our own tonight, and I took her to a send-off performance for Pride of Portland as they head to Boise for regionals. It's bittersweet; I would have loved to join them (planned to with Drew and Rachel, in fact), but life got in the way. So I sat in the audience, Rachel on my lap, marveling and how much better they sound in just two weeks. Rachel screamed wildly, proudly noting that she had the loudest scream. She also got up and hugged Ryan's leg, whereupon he picked her up, she locked her arms around his neck and he kept hugging and kissing her face. I think he misses her. I know she misses him.
Anyway, one of the quartets that will compete in Boise sang a song mentioning "honey" a couple of times. Rachel grabbed my arm, pulled her body in close to mine and exclaimed, "YOU'RE my honey!" I hugged her tight and gave a silent thank you for getting such a wonderful kid.
Bev Erickson, a 70-something great-grandmother who stands behind me on the risers, gave Rachel a lovely gift -- a homemade "tooth fairy" stuffed rabbit with a little pocket in front for Rachel's teeth when they start falling out. Bev's granddaughter makes them and sells them on Etsy, and the rabbit is adorable -- Rachel insisted on cuddling with it tonight. I told her we have to write Bev a thank you note. One of many, many tasks facing us in the weeks ahead.
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