Last night about 9:30, we decided to catch up on this week's episode of Glee. Zoia was sleeping in her swing, but Natasha was awake - part of our plan to keep her up a bit longer in hopes of beating this horrible jet lag.
Toward the end of the episode, the glee club's competitors sang a catchy song that I don't know the name of because I am officially old and out of touch with pop culture. Jeremy started dancing. Natasha and I followed suit. We danced to every song for the rest of the episode and had a great time. It was a moment I want to remember for the rest of my life.
And later that night, when Natasha woke up crying for the third time and I stumbled blearily down the hall to tend to her, I thought about our Glee dance party and smiled.
It's definitely the little things that are going to get us through the next few months.
(Also, I am happy to report that last night's episode of Glee was the third good one in a row. After a very disappointing start to the season, things are picking up!)