I swear I am not making this one up.

I’ve been getting the kids ready for Easter–in the fashion/basket department, that is.  Jane has a dress, tights, little white gloves (oh yes she does) patent leather shoes, and knit cape.  Light blue hair bow on the way to match the dress.

My mom has been busy today getting Sam’s things in order–a tie and shirt was the focus.  I just got his blazer out of the closet, brought it down to have him try it on.  I am on my knees in front of him, I make him turn around, check the sleeves, I tell him he looks so handsome and he says,

"Mom?  Can I have a dance with you?"

(oh sweet heavens, can he be this darling??)

"I’d be delighted!" I say. coming upright to my knees so that I am only a little taller.  We start to sway right there in the playroom, bob the builder in the background, and Sam looks at me and says,

"We need to cha-cha-cha now."

"We need to what?"

"Cha-cha-cha, mom!  Like this!"

(he leans completely over to one side, and pops back straigt up.)

"See?  Cha-cha-cha."

It was one of those moments, Sam asking me to dance..those that you see on hallmark commercials and think Yeah, right, that doesn’t really happen in real life. 

And I am most delighted to be proved wrong.