Dance Party

Recently, my phone rang while I was at the gym. The day ahead was one of those days where almost every minute had been planned, and we were leaving the next morning for a road trip. My cousin's wife was calling to see if they could come for a visit. We tossed suggested times back and forth like a tennis ball until we landed on supper together, because that fit both of our schedules. 

A pot of soup and some half-priced bags of salad made a feast. We played with Duplo, swang on the porch, danced to my cousin's piano music, and held deep discussions about New Testament Greek. 

This family is such a joy! Two little ones and another one on the way. And we would have missed this dance party if I had stuck to my well-planned schedule instead of listening.