Ah! A rousing dance party in the basement!
This morning the little man and I went downstairs after breakfast and danced our socks off (did I mention my little man? His name is Xander and he's almost 21 months old). It was a 180 degree turn from last night. Morning, Reiki, and (apparently) The Work will do that to a person, I guess. Turning on the heat and wearing warmer clothes helps too.
It wasn't a dance-as-serious-Art-capital-A session. It was me and my son boogieing to some rockin' tunes (I say "rockin' tunes," but really it was obnoxious pop). We chased a ball and spun in circles and he spent a good ten minutes climbing onto the coffee table and being helped down. It was fantastic. The kind of time that makes you think "WHY DON'T I ALWAYS DO THIS?!" Lovely!
Looking forward to tomorrow!
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