Spontaneous dancing always brings me joy, whether it's brought on by a banger in the car, in a shopping aisle, or just the tune in my head.
This afternoon I put on an old Ink Spots vinyl to show Sam that my record player did, in fact work, and moments later we found ourselves slow dancing in the middle of my room. I don't even know how it happened. The romance of it all just took over and suddenly we were Leo's parents from Catch Me If You Can before it all went bad.
I felt so content, leaning on his chest as we swayed to the crackling music.