October 2, 2012

And He Asked Me to Dance

We've finished our supper of steak and mashed potatoes and we're cleaning up the dishes and everyone is talking at the same time.   Music is playing on the stereo and it drifts through the air like a fresh, invigorating breeze.  A spiced pumpkin candle burns slowly on the stove casting a warm glow around the room, making our home smell sweet and feel cozy.  There is much laughter and fast talking and a bit of good-natured arguing over who has done the most dishes, who did more last night, and who needs to do the rest.  We, the parents, decide the kids should finish the job since it's good for them to help, to work a little.  And, like the fabulous parents that we are, we tell them this with smiles and a chuckle but they don't find it very funny.  Well, maybe just a little.

He's being goofy and he looks adorable in his slouchy khaki cargo pants with his ball cap on.  He starts swaying his hips to the music and dancing around the kitchen and the kids beg, "Dad. Please. No."  But he ignores them and takes me in his arms and tells me to put down the sponge and let the kids get the rest.  "Come on! Dance with me!" he says as he leads me over to the rug.  He wraps his strong arms around me and holds me close, then quickly releases me and twirls me about.  He's silly and crazy and playful and he swings his hips in a way that makes me throw my head back in laughter.  He kisses me and I kiss him back and we're moving together to the music, enjoying each other, and living in a taste-of-what-heaven-will-be-like moment.

We're young and in love, though not really that young, and it's wonderful to be held, to laugh, to celebrate nothing, yet absolutely everything, and to share life together.

Me and my dance partner...


"And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, they danced by the light of the moon. 
 The moon, the moon, they danced by the light of the moon." 
~ from "The Owl and The Pussycat" by Edward Lear


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