

And we danced...
I used to have this recurring daydream: my husband and I are cooking dinner together when a familiar song comes on the radio. He looks at me with that twinkle in his eye and then takes my hand. We dance barefoot across the kitchen floor as our giggling kiddos look-on. I wanted to be loved like that. But on this day, I sat on the couch, tears welling up in my eyes. Kris was away on another business trip. My two boys were small and so busy. I was exhausted. I wanted Kris t