Dancing Queen(s), part II
Something strange happened when Zoe and I were dancing together last weekend. There was a moment when she was smiling sweetly and looking up at me with her pink cheeks, and my mind suddenly sped years ahead; it was as if I was looking at a much older Zoe on her wedding day. I couldn’t help but fight back tears as I pulled Zoe closer to me and reminded myself that she’s only seven…
We’ve got years before Zoe is no longer a kid, and even longer until she gets married, but time just goes so fast – and I’ve never felt it more than on that dance floor that night.
-M
