We always said we’d learn to dance when we got married.
But first there was a broken leg to prevent it, then there was always a baby belly or a baby in the way.
We keep saying we’ll take dancing lessons when they’re older, laughing that by the time we get around to it we’ll probably be too old and decrepit to dance.
In the meantime, we side-step around each other at the sink as we wash and dry the dishes together.
Then we stop for a kiss in the middle of the kitchen and find ourselves swaying to the music.
Six years and no dancing lessons. But we’re learning the give and take, the lead and follow, the steps to this dance we dance together.
It doesn’t look quite like Cinderella and Prince Charming twirling around at the ball, but I think we really did learn to dance when we got married.
Lots of Love,
the girl with two left feet
Remember when the sound of little feet was the music
We danced to week to week
Brought back the love, we found trust
Vowed we’d never give it up
-Alan Jackson’s “Remember When”