New interest in dancing.

My soon to be 15 year old son attended his first school social tonight.

He asked this afternoon if it would be OK if he went. Of course I said yes.

He's always looked at me as though I were a mad woman when I've previously asked if he'd like to attend.

When I picked him up he told me he'd had the BEST time.

And yes, I did restrain myself. I didn't ask what her name is.

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I think language should be a barrier to love. Logically speaking.

I continue to have random thoughts I want to put voice to, and so, I continue to return to this blog. Just in case someone may remember to check it and read it.

Today's thought was along the lines of wondering how two people who don't speak the same language can fall in love. A local girl with very little Spanish recently married a South American man with very little English. When they first met Laura spoke no Spanish and Juan spoke no English.

So, how did they move beyond what I assume (and possible incorrectly!) was their initial sexual fling? How do you come to want to spend the rest of your life with someone you can't discuss books, news items, politics, religious views or whose turn it is to mow the lawn with?

I can't imagine how it's done.