Dance with me handsome. Dance me through the night, dance your arms around me, holding me tight.
All of my life I have loved dancing. I started classical ballet in third grade. And ever since then it has been a part of me. I'm sure everyone has heard read the book "The Littlest Angel". The angel has a song in his heart that expresses his joy and happiness for the birth of the Savior. I think we all have outlets let our own personal happiness can flow through. Some sing, some are musicians, some are poets. For me it has always been dance.
If there is any one thing I have regretted in my life it was making mistakes big enough to force my parents into removing that privilege from my life. Still, when I hear music I see an invisible self dancing to it. When I do to the Ballet I see myself on stage and the patterns and movements pull at my own body. I dream about being a dancer still.
Having to stop early in my dancing career, I never had the opportunity to preform a Pax De Deux. That was my dream. The romance of it all still makes my heart flutter.
I actually had a crush on a guy in college just because he was a fabulous county swing dancer. Dancing is intoxicating. And I was so "in love" with this poor fellow on the dance floor.
Then I married Dave. He is the love of my life. The Mary Poppins of the Male world. Practically perfect in ever way...except he doesn't dance. So for the last 13 + years I have tried to persuade him to take ballroom dance lessons with me.
Watching all these new dance reality shows like Dancing with the stars and So you think you can dance, hasn't helped his poor case. I wanted it more and more! And then around a month ago Dave asked me if I felt like dancing. I could hardly believe it. So off we were that weekend to the Arthur Murray near our house. We did a group lessons and stayed for the "Dance Party" they were sponsoring to celebrate their anniversary. It was wonderful. I bought shoes that night and we signed up for private lessons! So we have had a whole month of lessons.
I think Dave enjoys it more than he thought he would. And I love it just as much as I knew I would. We are learning all sorts of dances, Waltz, Fox Trot, Rumba, Swing, Hustle, and Tango off the top of my head.
So this Valentine was a dream come true. We have a date every week. And we laugh at each other, step on each others toes, and have a great time grinning at each other as we dance across the floor.