Dance Party

One of the kids' favorite pastimes of late is picking out a CD and cranking it up for an impromptu dance party in the family room. The funny thing is, they have the most interesting "rules" for their dances. For instance, proper dress code must be strictly followed. (On this particular night, Keaton was forbidden to participate initially, so he disappeared for a while and came back upstairs in "dressier" clothes, at which point he was eagerly welcomed. Delaney has donned her dress of choice--a hideous hand-made hand-me-down that we inherited from someone a while back, and I have been trying unsuccessfully to "lose" ever since. Why are these outfits always the favored ones?) As for music, they are rather picky in their selections. The current fave is a rather grueling Christmas album that has gone previously unnoticed in our collection. (The fact that it is March, not December, is not what makes the album grueling; it's not just any Christmas album, it's aVince Gill/ Olivia Newton John collaboration, I'm sorry to say.) Also, some dances are "solos" only, meaning the kids cannot touch each other at all, and other dances are "combos", where they hold hands, dance in syncrhonization, etc. It is quite entertaining, actually.

So last night, as I'm sitting with my swollen feet elevated, my back pulsing with its usual aching throb, I forgot myself for a while as I realized that this is one of those fleeting moments that I want to remember forever--all of us in the same room, enjoying a silly, simple pleasure. The video doesn't even come close to capturing what I felt in my heart as I watched my little goofballs perform for me. If this moment can't last forever, I hope the fun times can.