You were in the kitchen making drinks one night when your boyfriend Josh walks in.

There was an old record playing in the background, one of Josh's favorites.

He stands behind you and puts his hands on your hips slowly swaying them with his.

"Dance with me mamas." He says softly.

He's got his signature grin on his face.

He rests his head in the crook of your neck and sways to the rhythm of the music.

Josh was always a hopeless romantic, always creating memories like these.