  How romantic to sit on the couch this fine Saturday and be fed slightly raw chocolate chip cookies by my husband... except that he fed me because my hands were full of a nearly asleep nursing baby!
I'm not complaining though. Later, while testing out the new sound system mix on our NEW MACS!, the whole family burst into spontaneous wild dancing through the house for almost half an hour! Somewhere along the way I cought my reflection in the window and I realized true happiness is having someone in the world who loves you so very much that when they see you dancing like a mamed turkey, they just feel glad that you're having so much fun. Either we've seriously harmed our children's psyches by exposing them to such horror as their parents truly bad dancing, or we've taught them to let go and feel the music nomatter how bad they look. Only time will tell which. 
