Yesterday morning Carl made us a tad late getting out the door for work and such. The reason?
He wanted to dance with me! :)
He put on Michael Buble's "Smile" and started leading me in an impromptu jive around out bedroom (We had just watched Dancing with the Stars)! Then he put on another song to rumba to which I exclaimed, "We're going to be late!!"
I love my husband. Immensely :)
For those of you who would also like to jive with your significant other :)