A few nights ago we were home on a Friday night.
One of Millie’s friends was sleeping over.
The girls were curled up together on the couch like sisters.
Dave was making homemade pizza from the dough I made earlier.
The girls headed upstairs after they ate there pizza and they were giggling at baby photos of themselves on the digital slideshow.
They had settled into that sleepover magic where everything is funny.
Then Dave turned on music.
Millie and I started dancing around the kitchen, while her friend was changing into her pajamas.
Holding hands.
Jumping around.
Whipping our hair everywhere.
I got dizzy halfway through and stopped.
“Oh my god, I need a break.”
Without even thinking she looked at me and said,
“No, keep going mom.
Come on.
This is how you get through life.”
I remember looking over at Dave and laughing.
Did she really just say that?
And he threw his hands up like,
“Yup, she did.”
What stopped me wasn’t what she said.
It was how quickly she said it.
She was right.
Children remember things adults forget.
Life is the dance floor.
Love is the music.
And this is how we move through it.
Most days, I think we’re working so hard to understand life that we forget to dance with it.
Feel it, press play, keep dancing.
xP
