Avi came to spend the night with me tonight and, as we got ready for bed, she asked me if we could dance.  You’ve probably picked up on the fact that she’s spending a lot more time at my house lately and, since she’s began staying the night with me quite a bit, we’ve created a little ritual of dancing in the living room before bedtime.

Our routine is always the same: I start the song and she jumps into my arms, lays her head on my shoulder and always — always — says “sing da song to me, Amy Beff.”  And so, as I slowly dance around the living room with her in my arms, I sing the lyrics to her, very simple ones, just the same lines repeated over and over –

“I’m so glad I’m here, so glad I’m here, so glad I’m here.”

And then it starts talking about what brought us here –

“Love brought me here, love brought me here, love brought me here.”

As I was singing the song to her tonight, I couldn’t help but think about one of the lines of the song –

“I’m going to sing while I’m here, going to sing while I’m here, going to sing while I’m here.”

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I sang to her for a long time tonight, slowly dancing her around the living room while she fell asleep in my arms.  I couldn’t help but think about the other night, when I told you how I wanted to dance in my living room. And I smiled to myself because there I was whispering song lyrics to someone as I danced with them across those hardwood floors. not the way I wanted it a few weeks ago, not the dance I was imagining.

But this is my dance right now.

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I’m going to sing while I’m here.