Sometimes we dance in our house.

And by we I mean me and the littles.

Often in pj’s or just underwear.

Cause that’s how we roll.

Sometimes it’s ABBA, sometimes it’s Wicked.

And sometimes, when we’re needing a good cool-down,
I put on my favorite song ever:  the 2nd movement of Dvořák’s New World Symphony.

Tonight for what I think is the first time ever, Marshall saw our dance session.
(To say he was amused was an understatement.)

We pretended to be walking through outer space.

Then we were floating down a river while holding hands.

I had three little hands holding tight to mine.

And my heart was full.

And I was happy.

It doesn’t get better than this.

**Side note: I’ve never heard this performed live.  I think this may force me to start a 40×40 list:
#1 Attend a live performance of Dvořák’s New World Symphony.