Wanna know what's almost - almost - better than a foray into an Elfin Forest, an adventure with farm animals, and a trip to the beach, all in one day?
A dance party in the dark with glow sticks, that's what.
|It is my hope that photos like this make it to the eyes of future prospective girlfriends.|
While out and about during the day, we made a special trip to the local dollar store to buy a variety of glow sticks. D&L carefully selected our purchases; D chose an orange wand with a star on the end while L ended up going with a yellow sword. And it was while they were informing me of the each object's respective color that I first heard them use a phrase that I would come to be familiar with over the rest of our time together up north: "Glowing up".
"Way-choh, dis one gwohs up weh-woh", L informed me, waving the not-yet-lit sword in my face.
"And this one glows up orange," D countered. "Orange is the best color."
"But weh-woh is my fay-voh-whit cuh-woh", L insisted.
A minor argument ensued, but ended in giggles. And whichever color prevailed didn't matter, because in the end, all of the colors glowed up real nice.
I wanted to point out all of the metaphors that could be made, and how many different ways the phrase "glowing up" could be creatively used in my life, but I kept such thoughts to myself and instead watched them chatter, discuss the placement of their glow bracelets, and then rock out so hard that I temporarily forgot I was in a living room with two little boys and not in a club in the middle of a rave.
I love me a good dance party.
Happy Tuesday, friends.