Cleaning the dishes, I was listening to the radio.  “Kiss This” by The Struts came on.  A great song to have on while washing dishes.  A great song for dancing with reckless abandon.  I turned it up.  I waited.

A year ago, a minimum of one child would hear the loud music and report to the kitchen.  It was their signal that Dad was dancing.  A free ticket to be tossed around the kitchen on a wild ride of dance mania. Today however, no child answered the call.  I was left alone to dance.

There will still be days when they want to dance.  Today however was a sign.  A sign that those days will grow fewer and farther between.  A reminder that when they do answer the call, I should enjoy it with all of my giddy dancing gusto.

My boys are getting older and I must remember to enjoy each opportunity, before as The Struts would say, “So kiss this one last time, (they’re) gone for good.”