You me she and she

you, me, she and she love is us, the four of us, you, me, she and she. it is the way we bust out in spontaneous dance moves in the middle of our living room when our fam-fave beat comes on and we turn the stereo way up too loud and you do your dorky daddy dance for us because it makes us laugh so hard we have to stop and wipe our eyes, double over, hold our tummies. and I show off old moves because I have rhythm, and older she does teenaged turns of crazy control while younger she is a nine-year-old free for all, four smiley faces dancing in our circle lost in the beat of the song, the beating of our one heart. life is us, the four of us. you and me, she and she.