Dancing daddies

When I was a little girl, my dad used to come home from work and carry me in his arms and dance around the kitchen. Mom used to get so annoyed that he couldn't find a better place to be in the way than right in the kitchen where she was making dinner. But I think, for dad, that was part of the charm. Xiana loves to hear that story. She always asks if my daddy danced with me in the kitchen. Last week she and her cousins got to fight for space on grandpa's back.
They had a lot of fun doing so.
Then, on Saturday morning, Brian was playing music and Xiana came to ask him for a dance. And I felt my world come full circle.