I’ve mentioned before that I’ve started doing Zumba as a form of exercise. I usually enjoy it. I’ve had two instructors that had me watching the clock, but otherwise, I find it relaxing, energizing, and just plain ol’ fun.
Tonight as I stood in the back of the studio, watching thirty women enjoy exercise, I thought about how much work my man put into this studio. It was an idea in his head for awhile, then he got it approved by the powers that be, then he found a place to rent and figured out the best materials to use in it. I wanted to yell out, “Hey! All of you enjoying this studio, my man did this! Isn’t he amazing? Aren’t I the luckiest girl in the world to be married to such a smart guy?”
Of course, I didn’t yell this, because really, I don’t like people staring at me. But that studio is an awesome place. And my man is awesome, too!
We got to attend a parent/child yoga class during an open house in February. The little blonde watching Mama try a yoga pose? Yup, that’s my Baby Girl. She tried some of the stuff, but at this point she just wanted to be done.
Seriously, I’m married to the greatest guy who has the greatest job!