Last night Cole and I had an inpromptu dance party. We danced madly, twirling and spinning with all of our might. He jumped up and down, a grin shining, and wanted me to spin him, so spin him I did, round and round until we were both so dizzy and breathless we had to collapse together to the floor. We didn’t worry about what we looked like, or how good our moves were, we just danced like no one was watching. I laughed and he giggled and for that second, all was right in the world. Everyone needs to do more dancing.