There’s a photo I snapped on Saturday that I can’t stop thinking about. It’s of my daughter standing at the edge of the gym floor, eyes fixed on her teammate who was out there performing her routine. It’s not the twirling, the costumes, or the lights that stand out in the picture; it’s her face. She looks happy. Proud. Deeply caring. The kind of expression you can’t stage or rehearse. The kind that emerges only when someone you love is out there giving everything they’ve got.
