Heart Music

Today I'd like to welcome Sarah Crispin to Adding Zest. Sarah sent in a memory of her dad and mom and she gave her permission to share this with you ladies.

Heart Music

My family lived in a house with an open kitchen and dining room design.The kitchen extended a few feet beyond the end of the long dinner table.

My siblings and I sat around the table chatting, waiting for supper to start. My mother placed the food on the table, and checked to make sure the stove was turned off. My dad stood near his chair, the one nearest the kitchen.

Then, as if a secret signal or eye twinkle had been given between my parents, they often reached for one another and waltzed around the kitchen. They didn’t seem to need any music, other than their own heart music which only they heard. They spun a few turns between the stove and the table, holding each other close and smiling. The dance rarely lasted more than a couple of minutes.

We children ceased our talking and just watched and smiled at our parents as they danced. Food could wait; love had to have its time. Sometimes the dance ended when my dad dipped my mother or when they heard a giggle from the table.

Not only did my parents connect with each other after a long day, but they set an example (whether they realized it or not) for their children, that couples can show their love in many ways.

Sent in by Sarah Crispin.


Thank you so much, Sarah! I remember my parents waltzing around the living room, too, and it's a memory that I hold close. Like Sarah said, it was a great tangible reminder of my parents' love for each other. I loved seeing them dance together and I'm sure that my wish to someday learn to ballroom dance stems from watching them waltz between the furniture to the music on the stereo. Even though their dances only last minutes, it's had a lasting impact on me and my sisters.

So tell me, have you done any dancing with your honey lately?