Mine, anyway, and her mother's and sister's. After a year of auditions during which her hopes were often raised only to be cruelly dashed, Elizabeth, my dancing queen, went to Chicago last weekend for her last chance this year and returned feeling good about it, but still not sure where she stood. Yesterday she got a phone call and it is now a done deal: she will be a full-time company member of the Chicago Ballet. The dream, for which she has worked all her life, is alive. Thanks be to God.
If I'm able, I'll get a picture of her up in the next few days.