Wednesday, July 18, 2012

put on your dancing shoes

Lately I've mentioned in my posts how busy we are. And it's true. Rich and I both work outside of the home. Two young kids, etc. Nothing drastically different than everyone else. We have no real burdens or stress, just every day life.

But Rich and I have a dance. After 10 years of marriage, we each have our assigned roles and tasks, executing them wordlessly each day, quietly showing appreciation by bringing a mug of coffee into the bedroom or buying bag of pistachios on an ordinary grocery trip.

One of the choreographs is when I'm editing a friend's photos or paying bills online, Rich takes over Super Dad duty.

This is what it looks like.

Best dad. Ever.

Vacuum tubes become weapons to take down evil.


Buzz gives a speech, full of inspiration on tackling the long road ahead.


The best part is that they think my mind is busy with the bills or in Photoshop. But I'm paying attention. I will remember this until the day I die.


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