The other night we swing-danced to Bow Wow Wow as the mister was prepping a dinner for the next day and I was gathering up materials for a new school week. The blinds on the front windows were still open and we could see our neighbor across the street work on his lawn. The sun hadn't quite set for the evening, the witch-baby was curled up on the sofa, and the dolly-cat was winding herself around and around the mama a-go-go's ankles.
My socks made my feet slip-slip-slip across the floor as the mister spun me around and around. For the first time possibly ever I could actually follow his lead. We were laughing and dizzy and breathless.
It was magnificent.