Five Minute Friday: Dance

 

Once I stepped on a cricket in our kitchen and was surprised that I didn't completely smash it, it was still alive when I picked my foot back up to see what was down there. I was stepping lightly. Its a step you learn when you don't want to smash the cheerios you step on, because its so much easier to pick them up when they're still whole.

I turned around, the other day, and started heading in a new direction, in a big hurry for something, crahsed into E and knocked him down. I'm still learning the dance. The one where you slow down enough not to clobber the little ones in your path. The one where I learn to follow instead of always trying to lead. The one where all five people in the family can, for some unexplained reason, end up in a four foot square area all at once and every single one of us has a good reason to be in that exact spot. And then we each turn and go our own direction, back to opposite ends of the house, only to repeat the dance, the step aside, the step into a hug and kiss, the daily dance of life together.

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