Happiness is...
Watching Neil serenade Ju by DJing for her, which is one of the ways I love to experience Neil. I have loved how, on an evening when we're both home and he's tidying away the stacks of CDs he listens to over the week, and I'm busy cooking something very nummy in the kitchen, he just selects one gorgeous song after another, cranking the volume on the speakers that are wired through the whole first floor of the house. Sometimes a jamming song, sometimes a sweet one, and sometimes we'd find ourselves dancing together in the kitchen laughing or being sickeningly sweet to each other, singing along to a song that touches us just so.
Last night, though, he was DJing for Ju. And I watched and let my heart melt as he'd put one song on after another -- "Better Things" by the Kinks, "Every Day" by Buddy Holly -- and then he'd dance with her, sometimes holding her in front of him and singing to her, sometimes holding her to his shoulder and turning her in circles... and she'd stare out at him or at the world with those huge eyes of hers, soaking in the music and him and the world. She's definitely her father's daughter. How fantastically wonderful.
Last night, though, he was DJing for Ju. And I watched and let my heart melt as he'd put one song on after another -- "Better Things" by the Kinks, "Every Day" by Buddy Holly -- and then he'd dance with her, sometimes holding her in front of him and singing to her, sometimes holding her to his shoulder and turning her in circles... and she'd stare out at him or at the world with those huge eyes of hers, soaking in the music and him and the world. She's definitely her father's daughter. How fantastically wonderful.