Apples Falling From Trees... and All That Stuff

Music nicely accomodated the gentle conversation and laughter as we sat comfortably around the salon. Lovely sweets and savory cheese balls had been served; guests were enjoying the goodies as well as the company. This was a pleasant gathering. Properly lovely indeed.

The music suddenly picked up tempo. Funky Latin rhythms aroused, the beat tempting response. I looked across the room to see my daughter instantly jiving in her seat. When the kids were infants my husband and I referred to such movement as "fanny dancing". Whatever you call it, she was doing it. She quickly stole a sideways glance at her sister who was doing hand movements to the beat. A turn of her head revealed yet another sibling bouncing and doing cool dance faces.

She sighed deeply, ceased from such silliness, and resignedly commented to herself, "We are sooo our mother's daughters."

Across the room I secretly smiled.