Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on dance.
Go.
Last night, family and friends had an epic dance party.
The kids were being kids,
the adults were being kids,
childhood filled my home.
And I fell in love with you all over again.
It brought me back to some of our single days.
When we would turn on a song and sway back and forth.
When we were practicing for our wedding dance,
when we smiled and laughed all of the time.
Laughter filled our house last night.
Hugs and snuggles.
Exhausted and ready for bed kids
who wiggled and jumped.
Who got to hear us laugh and have fun again.
And I fell in love with you all over again.
It brought me back to when you scooped her up on her first day of life
placed that tiny bundle in your huge arms and danced with your daughter on day one.
Happy tears streaming down my face, as I drank you both in.
Childhood that brought us back to life.
My second chance.
Our time.
Their first chance at this precious small amount of time that we have together.
And that was their memory going to bed.
A house full of laughter.
Happy, joyful parents snuggling them into bed.
Happy filling our home.
Laughter coming out of all of us.
All from a silly little dance party.
Stop.
