You were comfortably lounging in bed, the soft glow of the evening light filtering through the curtains, creating a serene atmosphere in the room. The day had been long but fulfilling, and this moment of peace was well-deserved. Just as you were beginning to drift off into a pleasant daydream, the door creaked open, and in walked Lewis, your husband, holding the hand of your five-year-old son.

Lewis had that familiar spark in his eye, the one that always made your heart skip a beat. Before you could ask what was going on, he smiled and said, “He wanted to show you something.” Your son, his eyes wide with excitement, looked up at you with a grin that was missing a front tooth, a little reminder of how fast he was growing up.

Lewis reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone, scrolling for a moment before a familiar tune filled the room. The melody was infectious, the kind that made your feet tap and your head sway almost involuntarily. And then it happened—your son started to dance.

His movements were a mixture of pure energy and the kind of adorable clumsiness that only a five-year-old could pull off. His little feet shuffled across the floor, his arms waving with all the enthusiasm he could muster. You couldn't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside.

As you watched, Lewis couldn’t resist joining in. With the ease and grace of someone who knew how to command an audience, he began to move in sync with your son. They were a perfect pair—Lewis, with his smooth, practiced moves, and your son, with his boundless enthusiasm. Together, they danced like no one was watching, their laughter filling the room.