We went dancing this weekend. I don’t dance and when I do dance it looks like I’m dancing to the words instead of dancing to the music but we were celebrating his birthday and it’s what he wanted to do. Get his groove on. I love music but not as much as him. It’s almost as if he lives it. It’s a part of him. Always has been. Always will be. There is no quiet in our house unless he’s got his headphones on while studying. Even then it’s not quiet until the Little Miss is done singing in the shower and she and I are done singing bedtime stories. Yes. That’s how we get down in our house.
So we went dancing. And for the first time I didn’t worry about what people would think. I didn’t worry if they’d laugh or make fun of my signature move like they usually do. As a matter of fact I even busted a couple of new ones. He loves me lack of rhythm and all.
He looked in my eyes smiled and together we laughed singing the words to our favorites aloud. I felt free, I felt happy and for a change I felt comfortable in my own skin. All that mattered was me and my dance partner. I danced to the words more freely than I ever had before. I even shuffled my version of it anyway.
The thing about great people, so they say, is that they make you feel like you too can become great. That’s the kind of man my Mr. is. I mean he does keep it real. He wouldn’t encourage me to try to dance on Soul Train and he’s honest, in fact he will tell me that I move my shoulders more than the rest of my body when I dance but he’ll also encourage me to be me and have fun while doing it and in that sense I feel like I too can become great (maybe not So You Think You Can Dance great but nonetheless great) which may make absolutely no sense in written form but in my heart it makes perfect sense.
Back to the dancing…I think I literally sat for 10 minutes for the couple of hours we were there. As we sat in the car driving to Roscoe’s for late night chicken and waffles we went on and on about how much fun we had. Usually he has fun dancing and I have fun watching him. But how fun life can be when you make the decision to embrace who you are and have fun. I mean truly, was anyone really even worried about my moves and if they were did it even matter? My Mr. was happy to dance with me. And on this night I was happy too.
We danced the night away like they do in the movies only slightly off beat. Me at least. I laughed and smiled more than I have in ages in the absence of our Little Miss. I missed her, we missed her, but I realized that I also missed these carefree fun-loving moments with my husband; moments where we aren’t worried about anything other than simply enjoying one another’s company.
He dances to the music and I dance to the words but we both sing the same song. Our very own love song.
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