I took this photo one morning, probably close to 7 am or so.  Her last quarter at UCSB, she decided she would take Ballet.  She went out and bought the cutest outfits, as well as pink ballet shoes.  She had her tights, thick socks, head band, etc.  And every morning the alarm would go off at 6:45 so she could get up and get ready to go to her ballet class.  She would take the bus at 7:15 from the transit center to UCSB.  I would wake up every morning with her, and watch her as she got ready for school.  She would first go to the sink and wash her face and brush her teeth.  She always needed a towel next to sink because she kept her eyes totally shut after she washed her face.  She was afraid of the water getting in her eyes.  After that she would get dressed, and gather her stuff for school that day.  On some days, especially the cold ones, she might jump back into bed for a few more minutes to stay warm.  This is what makes me sad.  Remembering the tiny little things she would do, things that I don't think anyone else in the world knew about her. As something as small as how she would reach for a wash cloth, which was in such a particular way.  And everytime it was exactly the same.  Well, I adore this photo. Even though I had to wake up every morning VERY early during these few months, watching her was well worth it.   I had the pacific ocean off in the distance, and in the foreground the most beautiful ballerina within my grasp.