"Would you like to dance?" asked my sweet Birdie.
I couldn't jump up fast enough. My daughter led me to the front hall, cued the jazz music (Christmas jazz that is) and put her hand in mine. Somewhere during her 8 years she has picked up the box step. It goes with the jazz. We spent a precious few songs dancing like I was 8 again pretending to be on Solid Gold Dancers with my girlfriends.
I wouldn't trade these summer days home with my children for anything.
