In the above pictures, you can see our dancing time last Saturday night when Uncle Robbie had finishing combining and got out his guitar. E put on quite a dancing show. She is free spirited and does not have a worry in the world. Dancing brings that out in many of us I think. Letting loose. Letting go. Having fun. Except my first school dance in 7th grade when I was just down right petrified of being asked to dance because I was awkwardly taller than every boy in my class and so skinny that the boys referred to me as “Etha” for being as skinny as a Ethopian. NOT politically correct at all but a true mean junior boy thing to call the tall skinny girl. Thankfully I survived those junior high dances and awkward years. And tonight after very long but productive work days I am anxious to dance again like no one is watching with Miss E. And maybe we can even talk big brother Hunter, Daddy and Anika into joining us.
If you can dance
then dance like no one is watching!
Well maybe one little set of eyes is watching but she will be dancing soon enough.
I have been in Fargo and Kansas City this week for a few days. Today I am heading home and cannot wait to be there in time for evening play time including dancing and then bed time routines. Elissa and I dance silly together in the living room often. We crank up the music and pull out the fancy moves, mainly consisting of her waving her arms, kicking her legs and running quickly in circles.