It was Thanksgiving Day. I was in my mother's steamy kitchen rolling out a plump, silky batch of dough, flour puffing everywhere, when my niece popped her head through the dining room door.
"Auntie, you have to come. Quickly. Oh, this is so cute!"
I followed her through the dining room to the entryway of mama's formal living room where Christmas carols were curling around the lit tree, and I clapped my floury hands and laughed with delight. My daddy was swinging my mama around the carpeted floor in a box step.
Then it was neice's turn. Finally, my turn. And soon elder daughter arrived, and she, too, danced with her grandfather. We laughed and clapped and took pictures, and mama fanned herself where she had fallen into her gold chair, exclaiming, "My! I am so out of breath."
Oh, friends, those spontaneous moments that almost do not happen, that would not do well to be planned. Lovely, unplanned moments.
I hope this holiday, you have the chance to roll back the carpet, push the furniture to the wall, turn up the carols, and dance!