I know I tell y'all all of the time, but I absolutely adore my husband.
But I want you to know how proud of him I am.
A little over a year ago, he decided he wanted to dance. Mr. Has Never Danced joined a group of mostly women, bought a few pair of shoes and a big piece of wood to dance on at home, and hasn't looked back.
And he is just fantastic. He is a natural. But he also works really, really hard. And it shows. The athleticism of this group is amazing.
He just has this presence, friends. He is full of love and joy and excitement. He smiles at his friends. He finds me in the crowd.
He has found his home.
I love how our lives are so similar but so different. We spend the majority of our free time together, but he fell in love with Irish step dancing just as I fell in love with yoga. We are both teaching. We are both interested in what the other is doing. He knows some Sanskrit and I am starting to be able to identify dances by name.
I love how he chases his joy. I love how hard he works for what he wants. I love how he includes me. I just love who we are.
and he's easy on the eyes too. That's a nice bonus.