They got dancing dresses from Grandma. It has been a sepia toned evening, with Pandora radio as our backdrop, and our floor transformed into a ballroom.
I want to hold this moment, be present here, never forget the way light plays around the curves of their faces(cheeks still so round)..the way energy seems to blur and hover around the edges of their spinning skirts. Whirling, spinning, so graceful, so silly..
It has been a beautiful life lately..I find myself breathing deeply in the richness of it. So grateful to be present. Here.
