Behind us and Before us.

There will be a day.  A day when even the normal crazy of the Evan's household will become crazier.  It's a day I've looked forward to for many a year.  It's the mad crazy, jumping up and down, screaming, shouting crazy that has happened in the past and I await it in the future.  I remember Hollie at the age of 13 being cast as Eliza in her school musical of My Fair Lady.  I remember Hollie, again, getting through the audition process to end up featuring in the, famous for us Brit's, children's tv show Grange Hill.  I remember Hannah being chosen to dance at the Royal Opera House with the world famous Kirov Ballet in La Bayadere.  I want to remember again.  There will be a day, when all madness will break lose in our house again, for Hannah.

I remember injuries, I remember operations, I remember injuries, I remember operations.  I remember it all.  I remember having to leave dance school, twice.  I remember no more pointe shoes.  I remember her emptiness, her loss.  I remember her pregnancy, with me in America and her on the phone.  "mummy I'm pregnant"  "I love you, I love you, I love you.  We will get through this".  And we did.  And she did.  I remember her returning to dance school, a mummy who dances, who sings, who acts.  I remember her getting her degree.

And now we wait.

I believe God ordains our paths.  So does she.

It has begun.  Hannah has just been cast in TWO short films.  She went to a casting for one and another director asked her to be in her film.  Yippee!  And then she discovered she was also cast as the lead in the first film she had auditioned for.  Double Yippee!

There is more to come.  I'm sure.  And one day I will go back to remembering what it feels like when your daughter gets to fulfil her dreams. 

But right now.  I look forward.