Tonight we celebrated living. We celebrated with a big fancy dance party, right here in our living room. It was a dance party for the ages. Me in my flannel jammies and Jack on bongos. Springsteen started us off. We traveled down Thunder Road, celebrated our glory days and danced in the dark, by the light of the Christmas tree. Rian and Kya joined us from upstairs, so it was onward to the Pulp Fiction soundtrack: Chuck Berry, Urge Overkill and Dusty Springfield. And for the grand finale we had to throw on a little Biggie Smalls (uh huh, yes you read correctly), Jack was the guest of honor at this dance party afterall.
Spinning, shrieks of joy, breathless laughter; note to self: THIS is what is important.
They'll pass you by....
