motherhood: all love begins and ends there
my mama tried to teach me to shag. i would watch her feet move to the rhythm while mine never matched up. she would laugh and twirl me around. that was my favorite part anyways. i never learned to shag, mama, but i still dance.
i turned the music loud this morning, an invitation they already recognize. they came running, tools in hand. for the little guy, his guitar gifted by a sweet aunt. for my girl, her ballerina doll, naturally. the baby, just brought the cute, shaking her fluffy bottom.
we danced and twirled and giggled at the freedom found in dancing like no one is watching.
some days are ugly hard. some days are gloriously beautiful. today was the latter. glory.