I have seen a few of you share your perfect moments every once in a while. I decided I would join in this week.
The Hubby and I went to my cousin's wedding on Friday. It was beautiful, yet difficult for me. There were a lot of big pregnant bellies there. We were at a table with some friends and family. Two of the ladies were pregnant (cousin K and friend B) and two other couples had kids cousin T and another family friend).
My cousin T had my Godson Little L in tow and the entire table was passing him around all night. I always enjoy holding him, or any baby for that matter, but with all the bellies I was a little upset and uncomfortable. (I love bellies! Just seeing them in person right now is difficult)
At the end of the night they announced the last song was being played. I was holding Little L at the time and without thinking just got up with him and headed out on the dance floor with K and T like we do to dance together. We slow danced, the three of us huddled together and Little L in my arms. Then I danced a bit with Little L alone.
I didn't think anything special of this moment till Sunday night. I all of a sudden realized how perfect and special that moment was. I wasn't upset at all. In fact, it made me smile ear to ear all weekend. Dancing with my girlies like we have been doing for as long as I can remember, yet this time was even more special because there were two babies dancing with us. My Godson in my arms and another beautiful one growing in K's belly.
I can only imagine how I will feel when the day comes where the three of us will dance together, each of us with a baby.