Slow Dancing With A Burning Dinner
The stove top crackles and bubbles as dinner is prepared.
The scent of spices and sauces fill the air.
The radio is tuned on and I am silently singing along.
Then you come in.
The dogs jump up to see you.
Stretch and bark in their excitement.
I feel it too.
You light up my world and everything gets better.
You glance at me, smile and just look at me for a few seconds.
Then you walk over and wrap your arms around me.
I try to keep stirring the food but you pull me back and hold me close.
Then we are dancing.
To whatever music is playing.
We create space, and create time to just dance.
I want to hold on to these moments forever and I hope we never change.