dancing with daddy.

when zoe was a brand new baby, we were on a blues kick. we'd put the blues channel on our tv and when jesse would get home from work he'd dance around the house with her for hours. over the years, they've danced -- to randomly requested songs or to songs that strike at some particular sweet moment. tonight zoe requested a song and i walked back into the room to find he'd scooped her up and they were dancing, exactly like when she was a tiny baby. something about the way her arms and legs just hang... rush of nostalgia. she looked so comfortable and at peace in his arms.

their love is just the sweetest thing.