Dancing with Mustard

Last night we danced around the kitchen. Ryan with the mustard bottle. Caroline with the Heinz 57 bottle. Emma with the bottle of salad dressing. I was the DJ picking the songs.

Shortly after, my musically talented family went to bed. I stayed awake like I normally do. I sat and laughed to myself for a while thinking about us dancing and singing.

Moments like that, I want to remember forever. I want to remember dancing and singing in the kitchen at night. I want to remember spinning around and laughing until we almost threw up. I want to remember that my Caroline is 4 and knows every word to American Honey.

I wanted to blog about it to remind myself that under all the bad, there is some good too.

And when we become super famous, you can say "I read her blog when they danced in the kitchen with dinner condiments." ;-)