This week the twins and I spent 112 hours and 47 minutes discussing the middle school Valentine’s dance.
It’s all so new, this dance thing. The first of many. And so it goes without saying that it requires intense discussion and analysis.
Hours on hours of conversation on what to wear and is a dress too much and should you curl your hair or wear it straight or look all casual with a carefully constructed messy bun. And then there’s the whole boy thing. Which boy might ask them to the dance and which boy they wanted to ask them and does any one really even dance because they don’t know how and should they just do the nae nae?
And all those butterflies in their stomach.
Super important overwhelming stuff.
And somewhere about hour 97, the twins asked me a question. “Even though I’ve been married for a hundred years, did I ever get butterflies anymore?“
I laughed out loud and said yes. Even now, I can still look at their father across a crowded room and see him smile at me with a twinkle in his brown eyes and melt just a little and feel a familiar flutter.
So today, I wanted to re-share one of my favorite love stories from the blog.
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