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Dancing and all that Jazz

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Sometimes I try to picture it in my head - Mr Smith singing and dancing with me and the kids. Making home music videos. It has always been my dream as a kid/teenager/adult and so now that I'm having my own kids that I can manipulate . . . I'm really hoping they will humor me, or heaven forbid I get my hopes up and they actually love being completely ridiculous with me. But I'm afraid we'll always have to wonder what Mr Smith would be like. It's a shame really, because he has a great singing voice. I think he is just jealous of my moves.

There were two things {ok more like 10} going into marriage that I just knew I couldn't get my hopes up about but secretly I'm like come on just once humor me!! (and a few more times after that)

1. dancing. crazy dancing. simple dancing. swaying. anything. anywhere. I mean for a man who loves and knows so much about music - it's like his hips don't move. out of spite.

2. romance. errr not the flowers. unless they're free. And really I can buy my own chocolate. I mean the thought out romantic gesture. just one day where I don't feel like a blob, existing as my daughter's napkin. well, actually, if I think really hard about this one - it's not like he doesn't already show me he cares most days of the week. I already get the random sweet texts (but then I'm always like what does he want…or in an even more retarded way I'm all "I'm not that beautiful or amazing"), I know he's honestly loving me in his romantic way. I think i'm hard to please. but I don't think I am. yeah, that sounded confusing. but maybe you understand me by now. I like small (inexpensive) surprises. Just something simple to change up this errr monotony. Of course, I could do something to change that too. Both of us just really suck at planning things. We're planners, but ehh not in this way.

I always thought Valentines was stupid. I never had a valentines until I met Eric. which probably played a big roll. Surprisingly, I remember that day 3 years ago pretty well. I guess I'll blog about that later. {I say surprisingly because my memory typically sucks.} Any way, we both still kinda think it's just another marketing ploy which it is and a billion suckers fall for it every year. So ignoring the what-a-waste-of-money-teddy-bear and all the ridiculous expectations for a second, I'd like to think we at least make a point to acknowledge the power of love and how important it is to the human race. For at least one day may we all think "hmm how can I be more loving or go the extra mile to show my gratitude?" Heavens, it's a shame humans don't find every day of the year special.

And I'm not just talking about all those mid-November babies.



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