Glimpse

One daddy, one mommy, and two sweeties, somewhere between dinner and bed. The four of us sat together at our twice handed down table....which was, as usual, covered in a veritable hodge-podge of stuff. That table has been at least two shades of brown (and I plan to paint it once again this winter), carries the evidence of various generations of toddlers at play, and tonight, all strewn with the loosely controlled chaos of our life, it was the centerpiece of an impromptu dance party.
Somewhere in the middle of our motley assortment of fresh flowers, crayons, Christmas oranges, and dinner dishes, my hubby's laptop had claimed a spot. And for the moment, instead of merely housing an article about gingivoscopy it was pounding out music with all its might. Beat-heavy, smirk-inducing, neon-throwback, parachute pants music. MC Hammer's "Can't Touch This" to be exact. And the daddy, he was dancing. And the curly one, she was too. With reckless abandon. Dancing like one who has never known shame or shyness, like one who regularly laughs till she falls right over. And picking up the catch phrase faster than you would believe. And the baby, was eating. And smiling, and eating some more. And the mommy? She was laughing. Laughing and looking forward and backward at once. And loving the other three. Because they do so often make me laugh. Then jammies happened, and babies slept. Daddy went back to cramming and mommy folded her weight in clean laundry. And that was the happiness of today.