This little skater makes my heart sing without ever having to set foot on the ice. She is the most delightful, funny, loving, smart seven year old, and the best thing is - she calls me "Nana". She looks like a little midget fairy out there on the ice, especially after seeing the other older children in her category perform their routines. But it would never occur to her to feel intimidated or out of place because of her diminutive stature and younger years. She is determined to do what she loves doing. As I watch her perform, I marvel and try to muffle my singing heart so that it does not conflict with her programme music.
In her brief seven years, she has survived the dissolution of her parent's marriage, the arrival of two new step-parents, a step-brother, a step-sister, her mother's bout with cancer, surgery and recovery - and still she soars - off the ice and on. Truth be told, she has not been defeated in the least by her life experiences - only enriched and emboldened. She lights up every room she enters with her effervescence, radiance and energy. In the above competition she proudly took home the bronze medal, but in my heart every move she makes is golden.