Immeasurable Happiness

I had a moment of content, complete and perfect happiness the other night. I've been keeping it tucked away to myself for a few weeks, but I want to read about it someday when I'm old and failing so you all get to look in on my moment too.

We were driving home on a Friday night, Michael in the back seat. The weather was getting warmer, it wasn't too late. The Jeep was parked in the driveway, so we pulled JR's car all the way into the garage diagonally and somehow created our own dance party. It wasn't one of those crazy wild dance parties where you want to stomp through the floor and express yourself to the bass that feels like it's making your heart beat. It was more of a dance party your grandma would enjoy. You dance with your partner as an expression of love, and you sing along to all the words.

JR and I danced, Michael thought he was singing along, and then JR took Michael swirling around trashcans and barbecues and scattered shoes. As my boys swayed and sang, I snapped a few pictures. And in that moment, I knew this was the best kind of night. The most perfect kind of love and our own flawless piece of heaven.