We’re on another rollercoaster. Up when we’re thinking about our house, getting ready for Rafa’s upcoming citizenship, spending time with our friends…

Then down when we’re back at the hospital, a mother-in-law who is struggling for air, a healthcare directive to write.

So…we dance. We dance like Cliff and Claire. My husband and I reconnect, finally talking. Really talking. We dance in the kitchen. No music, no humming, no noise.

Just me and my husband, enjoying a moment before our life continues to rush by.