Dancing Dervish

Who would have guessed that my energetic, but generally mild mannored kid would be a dancing dervish!

New Year's Eve, we attended a wedding reception, where it seems Emmett encountered his first dance floor and DJ. The entire night he barely left the dance floor. Sweater off, dress shirt unbuttoned two buttons, and sleeves rolled up, my little man charmed the dancing shoes off of an entire reception full of people. He danced with rhythm (sometimes), but most importantly, with abandon! His little face full of the joy of dancing. I had flash forwards of homecoming dances and him tearing up the dance floor to the cries of a dozen girls. He certainly had the attention of every adult female at the reception! Lord help me!

We literally had to bribe him off the dance floor to get him to drink some water. He would take two or three sips, and back to the floor. Slow dance, fast dance, it didn't matter - he just danced. He didn't care that he wasn't with the music 100% of the time. He just wanted to move! And he did. It still brings a smile to my face.

I'm hoping that I can get some pictures of my dancing boy up on the blog for all to enjoy. But until then - just use your imagination.