Reason to SMILE #247: DANCING
I don’t dance. At least, not any more. Dancing was much easier when I was younger. Now that time has declared itself my enemy, dancing is not on my list of things I enjoy most in life. Maybe I don’t like it because I’ve become an old stick-in-the-mud. Maybe I don’t have many opportunities to dance. Or maybe it’s because the evil minions of time, instability and lack of coordination, have joined forces with my muscle disorder to wage war on all things that were once good and fun in my life.
I’m pretty sure it’s the stick-in-the-mud thing. 😉
This past weekend, there was a lot of dancing going on all around me. And there should have been. I was at a wedding. To be honest, I felt a little left out when the DJ called for fathers and daughters and then mothers and sons to get on the dance floor. No matter how accepting I am of my disability, it still bothers me from time to time – but just a little bit. When I saw this, however, I couldn’t help but SMILE:
This is my mom and my oldest brother dancing at the wedding. It was his daughter’s wedding – the first of my mom’s grandchildren to marry. My mom, of course, was adamant that she wasn’t going to dance but what mom could resist a dance with her firstborn?
Yep. That dance right there made my heart SMILE!