Dancing - by Dad

I've been pushing off the idea of writing a post for a while now since my wife has been doing a great job and there is no sense in me interfering with that. But alas it is time for me write about my feeling in this whole experience (something men tend to do so easily ha ha). While the last three plus weeks have been some of the greatest memories that I will ever have there have been challenges as well. However, last evening was definitely one of the highlights for me. After our late dinner we came up to our room around 9:30 and decided that we would listen to the radio on the Internet so we could enjoy some American music. Of course the girls decided that it was time to do a little dancing. At first it was just the girls showing off there moves, until mom and dad decided to get in on the action. So here we were in our little 6 x 6 open floor space dancing to the music with big smiles on our faces even though they couldn't understand the music and we couldn't understand the girls. While we were dancing I thought about how happy the girls were living in our tiny hotel room and just spending time doing anything with us. They could care less about about the home we live in or what kind of car we drive or what jobs we have. They are feeling loved and that is all they care about. If we said that this is our home for the next ten years they would just go on with life happy as the moment before. I don't know at what point we as adults think that we need things to make us happy, but I certainly just want to be a kid again and get back to dancing.