This afternoon I discovered that my baby loves to dance with me. Grandma witnessed his sheer joy as we danced together! He was laughing (shrieking) so loud. We had fun. I got my exercise for the day! Being Mom truly makes me happy. I guess that I probably should not have exerted myself though as I am still sick. Oops. That's OK, it was well worth it.
I am so looking forward to the day that I will dance with my son on his wedding day. Should he choose to marry of course. No pressure. I am not one to push the marriage issue. Luckily my family never pushed with the "you aren't getting any younger" bit, instead allowing me to enjoy my life as it was. It took me a sweet 36 years to become engaged after falling in love with my guy 3 years prior. Married at 37. Pregnant at 38. "Mommied" at 39. Life is grand. Life should never be on a timetable.
I had to, had to, had to share this post that so beautifully conveys the relationship that is Mother & Son...
Teaching My Son to Dance