Shane and I were in the kitchen.
We have become pros working around each other there.
He moves as I walk. He peels potatoes as I slice them. While we cook music plays...always.
It's a mix of a whole Lotta Regina Spektor, Jason Mraz, The black eyed peas, Justin Nozuka among others...many others.
I belt out whole heatedly to Regina. I love her odd music. It paints my heart with happiness. I have no idea why.
Emma sits in our wooden kitchen chair, sunshine fairly skips along her hair as she giggles to the weird lyrics...and my interpretation of it.
I was standing over the counter and i could hear the music start....softly...and then his distinctive voice, the very timber of it makes me smile. It makes my tummy happy.
The band in the background. The horns, the violins...ahhhh Frankie, my love.
I start dancing. My smile is huge and my body moves to the music.
I turn to Shane at the sink. He holds a dripping potato, newly washed.
He smiles at me. One eyebrow raised.
"Shane...Shane...come dance!"
"Uh...that's a negative mom."
I stomp my foot. "When Frankie comes on...YOU DANCE! I'm sure its a rule someplace Shane Christopher!"
I grab for him, making the potato fall into the sink. "I have no idea how to dance." My son mutters. He is taller then I.
I smile into his beautiful hazel eyes and shrug "Neither do I.."
I place my hand in his. His hand about my waist, mine rests gently on his shoulder and I whisper "one two...one..two.."
He looks down at our feet and we bump foreheads.
I laugh and remember dancing with my Daddy this way, except i always stood on his toes. He would glide me around our living room and I would feel the air through my hair and I felt so special.
From the side Emma giggles. She sits and watches us. My shoulders shrug to the music and My head goes back as I laugh.
"Come flyyyyyyy with me..." I leave my son (much to his relief I am sure) and grab for my daughter. I twirled her in circles... Our hands clasp and she giggles up at me.
Shane moves oven to take over for me as I dance. The song ends and my favorite comes on... "The way we danced until three....the way you've changed my life... no no they can't take that away from meeeeeeeeee" I sing, my son shakes his head.
My daughter giggles. Mouthing some of the repeating verses.
Twirling and laughing we sang as Shane finished dinner.
We sang to Regina Spektor as we set the table. " I need your money...it will help me...i neeeeeed your car and I need your love."
We Danced to Pump it as we got drinks. "Pump it LOUDER...Pump it..."
"Whats for dinner Shane?" My booty moved to his favorite song "pump it."
He thought for a second..."the winter one."
I nodded and set it up on the play list.
And that night, we three sat down and bowed our heads with Vivaldi playing softly in the background.
