Last night while cooking some chili in San Antonio I turned on some Frank Sinatra. There was chopping, frying, singing, and then John grabbed my hand and something magical happened.
Kitchen Dancing.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard and my heart was full of a happiness that I haven't felt in years. I could have lived in that moment forever.
"You never know, lightening could strike."
Kitchen Dancing.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard and my heart was full of a happiness that I haven't felt in years. I could have lived in that moment forever.
"You never know, lightening could strike."
