And the Music Plays

Recently my husband developed a love for Latino music. No, he can't speak or understand Spanish, and neither can I, but he loves it. He loves the rhythms and the sounds, the movements the music encourages you make, as well as the risks the music encourages you to take in doing said moves. He loves the passion of the words even though he doesn't understand them. It is sort of like life I think - we never understand completely what is happening or ahead of us, but we love it, usually, knowing that this isn't going to be the way things are forever; and, sometimes, we dread it to its utmost core. Still, there is something exciting about the not-knowing - it keeps pulling us forward, just like B's Latin videos he loves to watch.