How is it that a leotard and a tutu can make a little girl feel beautiful? Why does it take some shiny fabric and a few sequins for her to see what I have known all along? If I have to buy a new leotard and tutu every year for the rest of her life for her to realize her beauty, then I will do just that. She will never know just how much I love her. . . I hope one day she realizes that my photo albums are my books of love to her and it is a story that doesn't have an end.