My husband will learn not to take a road trip while Dancing with the Stars is on.
Bryson and I are both sick and decided to curl up in front of the TV in the bedroom to watch some dancing.
He is saying how cool it looks and wondering if he could do that.
I am remembering taking dance lessons with Jason in the fall. We took a few weeks worth of lessons and only really managed to get the basics of two dances. We laughed and enjoyed the opportunity to learn something new together, even if we were never going to win any competitions.
The closest we have gotten to dancing since those lessons has been a few Zumba classes when we’re not hyper-scheduled. Or Just Dance on the Wii.
I am watching them dancing on that ballroom floor, looking more graceful than I would be, but like they are having every bit as much fun as I did when I was learning to dance with Jason.
So now I’m working on coming up with all the arguments I can to convince Jas to go do more dancing with me when he gets home.