Sometimes he pulls my hand and leads me to the dance floor… Or as some may call it- our living room.

I find the remote, press rewind, turn up the volume and ask him if he’s ready…

And when I get his signature “si”, I hit play…

As we jump, twirl and throw our hands up in the air I notice,

We are not in synch. We are not in rhythm. We are dancing to our own beat…

But I follow my dance partner.

And I know that  it doesn’t matter if the music is slow or fast, loud or quiet, fun or classic because

The only music I  hear are his contagious giggles.

And we are in perfect synch. We are in perfect rhythm. We are dancing to our own beat.

AL