Hi Hart Beat. One of my favorite memories from growing up was my mom teaching me how to dance. One minute she would be cooking or writing and all of a sudden one of her favorite songs would come on our old CD player. Next thing I knew she would crank the music an lead my brother in I in a waltz until we could be lead anywhere. Sam Cooke came on at work today and it made me remember that. Sarah Horne was right, there’s nothing better than a waltz. Here’s one for you, Hart Beat.

P.S. For more romantic soul check here and here. I could listen to this all night long.