The door closes as Raena and Allie head for the bus. The hustle and bustle of my morning ebbing off some. I settle the younger two with cartoons as my mind fills with the myriad things to be done. In the mist of loading the dishwasher, my little boy comes racing in. Excitedly placing his small hand in mine, he pulls me towards the living room, where the theme song to Go! Diego, Go! has just begun, and exclaims, "Dance!"
Grasping both my hands in his, he twirls me in circles, gazing up at me while we sing along and dance. And my heart swells as I think how lucky I am that my little boy loves me so much.
Then the song ends, and he sits down to watch while I return to my dishes, all the while awaiting our next impromptu dance.
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2 comments:
That makes me happy too, and I didn't even get to dance!
Sweet! I have such memories of dancing with my Dad and I used to dance with my children too.
Blessings to you and thanks for a lovely post.
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