It’s hard to believe Luke was born almost seven years ago. It seems like it was yesterday AND a thousand years ago.
Time has flown by, but I’ve gotten to know him and his wonderful personality so that it seems like we’ve known each other forever.
I think what I love most about Luke is his sense of self. He knows who he is and what he enjoys doing. He loves dance and all things related to dance. He decided he wanted a dance themed birthday this year.
To be completely honest, Luke wanted it to be a ballet. He had visions of everyone showing up in ballet shoes and leotards and him directing a gorgeous performance. I managed to talk him into something a little less formal, knowing that kids that age are more likely to want to dance the way they like — not everyone loves ballet.
I made a playlist on Spotify, and when his friends showed up, they started running and screaming and playing with the balloons Andy had blown up. A couple of his friends turned up in their ballet costumes. And there was some dancing, but it turned into more general play.
Luke had a great time, but after everyone had gone, he gave me a sad look and said, “No one danced…”
I felt a little bad for him. I know how much he had wanted to dance for his birthday party. I hooked up the playlist to the stereo again, and turned it on.
“Let’s dance now!”
Andy, Mads, Luke and I started dancing, and it was great fun. We must have danced for an hour — we were up well past the kids bedtime. And Andy and I finally collapsed on the couch, our feet sore and our bodies aching. All four of us had huge grins on our faces, and we all fell asleep quickly.
The next day, I told Luke we should take a walk with the dogs in the evening.
“Maybe, Cindy, when we get home, we could dance for a short time? Again?”
You bet, kiddo. Happy birthday!
Here was our playlist: