Monday, May 31, 2010

Watching my daughters dance

So yesterday we were hanging by the pool; Elisabet, Sophie, Jordi and moi, and Elisabet put on some music. Both Sophie and Elisabet started dancing. I loved watching them move! There is something about watching young (and quite attractive) folks move to music that I so enjoy. Maybe it was the day; sunny, not a cloud in sight, hot and being around a cool pool, which made the moment poignant. Yes I did use that word, poignant; keen or strong in mental appeal: a subject of poignant interest, affecting or moving the emotions, because that's how I felt watching them. It's not easy for me to stop thinking about what I 'need' to be doing or what I 'should' be doing. But for that brief moment I was just aware of them and their physical beauty and of their carefree attitudes and I loved it. Kind of sappy but it really was a great DAILURE.

1 comment:

Sally said...

And a perfect's the little things...the simple things...the truly beautiful things.
On a similar note...I loved watching Andrew play with his band last night. It wasn't beautiful in the way your girls must have been...four sweaty, hairy boys jamming...but they were so into their music. Andrew is such a reserved guy, yet one can see how he loves playing that guitar and being up there with his band. Then when it was finished he was so could see it all over his face and that great smile he has.