When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be?
Will I be pretty, will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
When I was young,
I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart
what lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows,
day after day?
Here's what my sweetheart said.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be?
Will I be handsome, will I be rich?
I tell them tenderly.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be...
Today, I was doing one of my favorite daily routines, changing Camille's outfit, when I looked down and noticed her feet posed like this:
... She took another step and made another cute pose:
(photos courtesy of Jace)
(...and darling cute camo booties, from Jeni R.- I love them!)
It's almost a curtsy! I think she likes being on her toes. Will she be a natural-born ballerina? Only time will tell... Que Sera, Sera...
For today, I will enjoy this sweetness...
...as will some brothers of her's...
