Slow Dancing With My Son

Well I've discovered a new passion, I have danced with my girls, gotten a little crazy, rocked them endlessly when they were fussy but slow dancing with Christopher has proved to be a new and joyous experience. It has been my Christmas present from him this season and it has brought me hours of joy and to be honest I think it's so much better than any type of therapy out there.

First you pour the sweetest music out of the speakers and then you pick up the 15lb bundle of sweetness in your arms. Unlike the girls at his age he wraps his tiny arms around your neck like he knows what he's doing. He doesn't squirm around in my arms or try to get away instead he settles right in and lays his head gently on my shoulder. Sometimes rising his head so we are cheek to cheek. His blue eyes full of wonder and my heart goes pitter-pat pitter-pat like I'm falling in love all over again.

How is it that such a tiny bundle can bring a cynical heart like mine such peace and temporarily melt all my worries and cares away. As we dance his little body has such implicit trust in me and such complete unconditional love for me. He doesn't know me but he trusts and loves me completely. Thank-goodness he doesn't know me that might change everything; that will come in time. For now I will enjoy this Christmas season slow-dancing with my son.