Did I tell you that I love you?

My parents danced. They still do sometimes, and they're still great. My mother use to say she took the most handsome and best dancer she could fine. I grew up in heaps of cassettes and vinyls, stonecakes and later CDs filled with danceband, disco, Motown and good ol' Folkparksrock. And of course, my fathers collection of hammond nerdery and early progressive rock. Something about this day made me think of a certain song played a lot on the P4 Radio Väst when I was younger. And my parents danced to it on the kitchen floor, every time. Did I tell you that the sun shine, wherever you go?