Every Wednesday night, our town has a summer concert in the park. Families pack a picnic, meet on the lawn, listen to some fun music and dance. I always want to go, and often we do, but there's no doubt it can be at a dicey time of day, and sometimes it feels like a lot of effort after a long day. Once I'm there, I'm always so glad we've come. Lizzy, of course, is in her element. She loves to dance with her friends, and is often a magnet for little girls, who will come up to her out of nowhere and begin holding her hands and dancing. Lizzy welcomes them right in, and doesn't miss a beat. The real fan of these concerts though, is Peter. Yes, Peter, who can at times be very reserved, often let's his hair down and is ready to boogy down when he hears the beat. It's priceless. I love watching him dancing away, with a huge smile on his face, laughing and having so much fun. Through all the chaos, there are definitely moments of summertime bliss: sipping wine with friends on a breezy warm evening, watching the children playing and laughing, feeling the freedom of dancing like nobody's watching.
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