To make her proud

And I know that she is proud of me, I don't have to guess because she is still here in me.  She comes out every time I dance, when the music floods my ears and the beat takes me over.  She comes out every time it rains and I want to run in it and when my rain gear keeps me dry and I am still fascinated, she is too.  And most importantly she comes put every time I dream, when adventure takes hold of my imagination and doesn't return it until I have found reason to believe the impossible, she is there the whole time.  For all along it was she that taught me to dance, to run, to dream and to believe in my dreams.  It's her I see when I look in the mirror, her blonde curly hair and her big blue eyes full possibilities.  I hope to always be a child.