The boys and I loved having nightly dance parties in the kitchen. It was kind of our "thing."
Our last videotaped dance party was in February - just two months and one day before he died.
Since April, I haven't wanted to dance that much. But I still asked Brian every now and then, "Want to have a dance party?"
But tonight... he said yes. I think we both felt okay dancing. Like it was time. So me and my big belly went for it. And we had fun. (Keep in mind that the camera adds 60 pounds or so. And no I'm not having triplets, thank you.)
The long awaited return of the "dance party..."
We missed you in the kitchen, Gavin. We miss you everywhere. But mostly, I miss you in my arms.