Dancing with my Husband

Every morning at some point, my husband comes to me and wants to dance (usually some corny ballroom thing but dancing nonetheless). Of course this attempt to dance with me is always when I've overslept by 1/2 hour, running around like a fool, trying to get the dogs outside, my contact lenses are acting crazy, my hair is a mess AND I can't fit anything in my closet so needless to say, I'm not usually the best dance partner.

But the other day it hit me. This is a special time and although I might be late for work, I SHOULD take the time to be a more willing dance partner. I remember a time where we barely spoke with each other in the AM (or hell, in the PM for that matter!) and I should not take this lightly. I should see it as our time together, and no matter what else is going on, if he's taken the time to focus on me, I should return the favor!