I was standing in the kitchen this morning washing dishes (alas, no dishwasher) when a song started playing on the radio. It was a disco...

Tonight a song came on and my daughter started dancing. I mean she was getting down. Arms all akimbo. Bopping up and down. I watched her. Laughing and encouraging her to be the free spirit she is. I stood up and thought why not? I started mimicking her movements and what a sight we made. The music changed tempo to a slow dance. I stood there out of breath and the unthinkable happened. Dac moved over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. It might have been “hug” time in h