Lately I have found myself overwhelmingly caught up in the responsible decisions of life. How much could we sell our apartment for? If it sells, where should we live? Do we move back to the east coast or stay where the palm trees grow?
When this happens my head starts to spin, it gets harder to breathe and my usual fun-loving self is cast very far away.
Sometimes my hubbie and I will light candles, play Norah Jones and slow dance in our living room. As we turn in circles, my dog trails us from the side, his tail wagging the whole time. We no longer remember the waltz steps that we debut on our wedding night, but we are in synch.
I don’t know where we will end up in life, but I do know that if we get there together we will be ok. Tonight I was finally able to cast worry aside. I realized that it is not the location of the living room that will make me happy, it is the person that is twirling me around it.
On that note, is there a prettier song than this?
