When Bob and I were first talking about getting married, I had a fantasy of our future together. My fantasy included three perfectly adjusted, beautiful daughters, happy family, and Bob tap dancing on the kitchen floor.
Well, in spite of me, I now have 4 beautiful, seemingly well adjust girls. And I believe we all have some measure of happiness most of the time.
And Bob tap dances on the kitchen floor. And the foyer floor. And the carpet.
There is something so extraordinary about it. I listen to the sounds his feet make and marvel. I sometimes dream I can tap dance. But he can. And I so love it. To me it is like magic. How can you make your feet move like that? It is such a joyful form of dance.
Some women dream of candles, wine, and flowers. Some dream of music and sonnets. I dream of syncopated rhythms and clicking beats on the floor boards.
I am never more in love with him as I am when he is dancing.
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