Our 20-month old son loves music and he loves to dance. He enjoys solo dancing - bouncing to the rhythm, but also loves to dance with his mama and dada. And believe me when I say that it's probably our favorite thing too. And this morning, right before coming into the office, I got to start my day dancing with my son. I was in our bedroom and he came running in, made his way over to our alarm clock, punched the button and turned on the music. He then pointed up at me and in his sweet baby voice, said, "Tance." "Tancing", as he refers to it means that I pick him up, he places his head on my shoulder, and we sway to the beat for as long as he can lay still. It's the best time, especially since Carter is such a busy boy and never just "cuddles" with us. My wife and I charish our tancing times with him ... and to start the day tancing with my son ... well, there could be no better way to start a day.
Maybe today, for just a moment, we can all turn on our favorite song, close our eyes, and picture ourselves in the arms of our Loving Father, God ... place our head on His Shoulder, and tance with Him.
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