Dancing in the gazebo on a glass floor...

to Kanye West's "Good Life." After a somewhat hasty post thanksgiving breakfast with family this morning at my sister and bro-in-law's house in Hudson (and a lovely, leisurely run that was decidedly easier than yesterday's, despite scarfing down my bro-in-law's amazing cooking), hubby and I drove back to Connecticut and did a major shop for our thanksgiving-esque meal with more friends and family tomorrow. We are serving his famous "Mexican veggie lasagna," garlic bread and green salad (kind of a turkey antidote), and it is so nice to be able to do all the prep the day before. But first we high tailed it out to the gazebo to catch the last of the sunset, sit by the fire and have a glass of wine. (Gotta mix up  work and play.) Snuggling turned to singing, singing turned to dancing, dancing turned to swing dancing on the glass floor above the stream. (I was a little hesitant to dance on it, but Randy, physicist that he is, assured me that they'd calculated the weight it could hold and a truck could safely drive across it.) I think all married couples need to dance in the moonlight at least once a month. It should be part of the wedding vows--much more fun than honor and obey.

Don't forget. I am going to put something grateful in every post. This one is full of gratefulness.

A gazebo video and the building blocks of Mexican veggie lasagna: fresh cilantro, lots of veggies, sour cream, ricotta and cheddar cheese filling plus a game sous chef!