Like no one is watching

Rachel and I were early morning shoppers at Trader Joe's this AM.

As we were rounding the corner of the aisle, Rachel nearly ran right into a gray haired woman, probably in her 70's. Except it wasn't totally Rachel's fault.

The woman was dancing, spinning off her partner's arm, clearly lost in music that we could not hear.

She apologized, in a thick, Eastern European accent. And all I could do was grin. Because I finally saw what I want to be when I grow up - someone who is really is that happy.