My son will always greet me with love. He waits patiently for me to put the bicycle away, take my helmet off and hang up my highlighter of a jacket. And then. Just then I turn it on and we have a dance party. Pandora graced us with an up beat Top 40. Perfect timing girl.
I got down like an eighth grader. I felt alive again. I felt those dead lifts. And I’m sure I’ll feel them tomorrow. We danced until the song finished and we walked our usual walk.
How is it only Tuesday? How did I only eat half a bowl of pasta for dinner? It’s weird times.