Happy Birthday to my dance partner

This morning Mackenna and I were eating breakfast and the little boys were having a dance party. It was like dinner and a show…except it was breakfast, not dinner, and the performers were wearing jammies. We loved it though. We giggled as we watched their crazy dance moves, which always result in one or both of them falling on the floor in laughter.

I said, “Mackenna, do you know what makes someone a great dancer?”
“What?”
“A great dancer doesn’t care how silly they may look when they’re dancing. They just dance, and put their all into it, and have fun.”

Now I really know that it takes much more than that to make a great dancer, like lessons, training, practice, athleticism, balance, rhythm. But we were talking about little boys still in their jammies. And they are not performing on a real stage with a real audience any time soon, but they are great dancers because they allow themselves to be silly without caring. And I KNOW they do not get that from me. They get that from their daddy.

Their daddy puts his all into everything he does. He can find the fun in nearly all circumstances. He is silly…and he doesn’t care. He has crazy dance moves (and can also do an exceptional elephant impression). He (along with our dancing boys) makes me smile like nothing else can. His silliness, sense of humor, joy, and eternal optimism are what made me fall in love with him. And how lucky am I to be his dance partner in this crazy life of ours?

Happy birthday, Justin! We love you!