Life is Worth The Dance

We slept in until 8:00am it’s unfathomable to me that’s considered sleeping in. We normally wake up at 5am and I can barely see the sun even though it’s summer out. I feel refreshed as I stretch my arms above my head and yawn, staring at you. Your hair is a mess and I love the way you simply shine in the mornings. You dance around the house like you have been awake for hours. While I can barely move, my body reminding me that I’ll never be this young or this old again. I feel ancient sometimes, like I have been several versions of myself within the last couple years. We all have shed skin and rebuilt it maybe even stronger than before. I watch you dancing and I think to myself that I hope you never surrender to the years that try to catch up to us. I hope you always have morning dances with made up songs you sing to keep your rhythm going. You’re shaking your hips and I’m smiling, taking a mental picture of this moment like I do every morning. I don’t know if the dances are more for me or for yourself but I’m selfish and will say that I absorb them up, soak in their moment like it won’t happen again. Because one day it might end. This all might end and I would regret not basking in the moment of your happiness. Your morning dances are something I look forward to every time I open my eyes and I’m not sure if you register this. I feel like the dancing is more for you, to remind yourself that you are alive and present. Maybe you too think of the fact that we will never be this young or even this old ever again. Maybe time scares you too so you cease every opportunity to dance. Isn’t that how life should be? A series of morning dances. It’s like a ritual for us, a way to start the day off right. You dancing, me laughing, both at our happiest. I could bask in this moment forever and that’s why my mental picture of it seems so important. I want to hold onto this, to us, to you. You are still singing your made up songs and doing your little jig as you waltz on into the bathroom and I realize I have never loved you more than in these little made up moments. The little made up moments that make up a whole of a lifetime. Our lifetime. The one we have chosen to adventure together. You always dancing and me trying to keep up. I’ll never be this old or this young again but at least I can say I have you, my dancer to remind me that time can hold still for a split second, to remind me that we can revel in the wonderful moments that make up our lives together. We can spend this time dancing.