Thing #127

I remember when Rosie was still little enough that she could sit in my lap with her legs sticking straight out—maybe nine months? ten?—and even at such a young age, whenever music came on, be it a CD or a video or a 30-second commercial on TV, that girl would bop. I would feel her torso ever so slightly pulse up and down, and it would always be right in time with the beat.

Man, I love that about her.

Music: Find My Way by Gabe Dixon, whom I got to see last Thursday in concert and wrote about today over here.

1 comment

1 Darth { 01.30.12 at 3:16 pm }

I’d definitely call that NATURAL RHYTHM . . .

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