We like to dance in our family. None of us are any good. Not a single one.
But dancing isn't about being smooth. Not to us anyway. It's about an outward expression of emotion. It's how we say, I love you, you make me happy, without words.
When I was a little girl I'd watch my parents dance or kiss and I remember feeling extremely embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. Children love to know that their parents love each other. I still like it when my parents are affectionate. I guess it's something you never outgrow.
So my kids will see me dance with my husband. And they will sit back and belly laugh at their dad's silly moves. And I will scoop them up and dance with them, with my cheek next to theirs, twirling. Telling them without words, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Dance a little this weekend. You'll see.
Here's a little dance mix to jump start you.
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5 comments:
My parent's would dance each morning while we ate breakfast before school. I might just have to start. Thanks for sharing!
That's lovely. I have the same memory of my parents --
I loved watching my parents do that, and standing on my dad's feet and dancing in the kitchen with them. thanks for reminding me of that!
That's a great playlist, thanks for posting!
May I ask how you made this playlist? :)
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