Still got his moves

D and I went out last night for Valentine's Day. We had a good time dancing and laughing. He danced while I laughed. That's how it usually works with us, although that hasn't always been the case.

He can let his hair down and be the craziest dancer out there, while I on the other hand, am a little timid and I rock from side to side. I used to be too self conscious out on the dance floor and I would get mad that he was so animated. I'm serious! He doesn't just dance. His entire body dances! His eye balls about pop out of his head, he mouths the words to every song, (That's not correct. He sings the words to every song. How does he know every word to every song?) his neck moves all kinds of directions, he does the Van Halen "jump", he does break dance, he pantomimes, and he flings his arms in every direction similar to the scarecrow.

Thing is. . . I love it now! I have a huge grin that goes from ear to ear knowing that he's with me and that he's mine. He draws a lot of attention out on the dance floor. I think he likes that. I just smile at everyone that is smiling at him while he dances the way that I wish I could.

From time to time I have to pull him back in so that he doesn't plow someone over. It's all good.

His dancing makes me happy. He makes me happy.

He wrote a note to me today telling me all the things that he loves about me. I loved it! I returned a note back to him saying that not only did I love him, but that I was in love with him.

Thanks for a simple yet Happy Valentine's Day honey. You've still got your moves.

Now, I'm going to slip into something a little more comfortable like my vest and boots. ;) he he