For some time now, the two of us dance together in our kitchen. It was something we did in NY just being silly and Cale being sweet. I'm not sure the time that it started here, but I have seen it evolve into a beautiful rhythm. In the beginning, Cale's balance was terrible and there was no initiation.
I would lead and each time I would be the one to begin the dance.
Through the months that have passed of our dancing together, Cale's balance has improved and slowly initiation has come. Recently, he will come into the kitchen and no matter what I'm doing, he will grab me for a dance and he leads it. Every twirl and dip.
It would be easy for me to sometimes shrug off his request to dance with me, if dinner is on the stove or I'm in the middle of chopping veggies. I can so easily respond that "I'm busy" or "lets do it later".
I don't want to miss out on those moments with him. I don't want to be too busy to dance with my miracle man. I don't want to ever forget the beauty in the dance the Lord has knit back together.
I'm thankful for another piece of our marriage that is daily being restored. I'm thankful Cale walks. I'm thankful he has the desire to do something and make it happen.
I'm thankful for Mama who understands when I leave the veggies for her to chop.
I'm so very thankful for dancing.