...lately, Spencer makes me "dance like nobody's watching," as the phrase goes.
Nobody but him, anyway.
I was prancing and bopping, singing and squeaking, making faces and all sorts of bizarre acts while jamming out to the tune, putting on quite a show.
Hy-Vee, mind you, was pretty darn busy.
And I didn't care. Spencer was squeaking and laughing at me. He was all about his heart-melting toothless grins. He was flashing those pretty pink gums at me, what seemed like second after second.
So what if the other shoppers occasionally glanced my way and laughed.
I just didn't care.
I tell you what, I am NOT a great dancer. I'm not a spectacular vocalist. I sure as heck am not one who likes to perform for the masses. But tonight, I might have been. I caught people looking.
The glances from others and possible judgement for being ridiculous were well worth it to hear that joyful giggle.
Just thought I'd share.