Dance with Me

I walked into the kitchen, and there was my big guy.  I walked up to him and grabbed him in a big bear hug as I'm likely to do...hard to believe this kid, who is SO MUCH bigger that I am, actually came out of me.

He moved back and forth, to and fro, me still clutching onto him.


Me:  "It's almost like we're dancing."

Big guy:  "Except I'm making mac and cheese."


I'll make of the situation what I will, and I say we danced.  And it was beautiful.

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