Happy Tuesday, y’all!
Ready for the latest Table Topic?
This one’s easy.
I. Dance. In this house, we all dance. It’s a law.
When the kids are mopey or grumpy gills, I tell them to shake out all of their ya yas. We dance in the grocery store. We dance in the car (Sit-dancing is an art. We should make it an Olympic sport.). Even Jeff’s shoulders will shimmy & shrug when the sillies strike.
When I dance, I feel like this:
And I probably look like this:
You can dance & laugh, dance & smooch, dance & happy cry. But you can’t dance & stress or dance & snarl or dance & argue.
Happy magnets flood your muscles, pushing and pulling joy on through.
What do you think? What do you do when you’re down?
my ft.notes 
Dancing to me is like comedy to the ears. I danced while carrying you, Lindsey and Tim especially while cooking in the kitchen. For me dancing freely about is good for the soul and uplifts the heart.
I’m so happy you’re writing again.
We could all use more dancing and silly in our lives, especially now.
My new favorite: A bike ride. Love your posts, friend.