Saturday night we danced, danced, danced!

My husband and I have been taking dancing lessons for eleven months now and this weekend, at our friend’s wedding, we tested our abilities in public for the first time and, boy, did we have fun. He said to me this morning that it seemed to him that it is more fun to dance at a wedding than to not dance at a wedding. Apparently he’s reconsidering his decision to avoid dancing at weddings for the first 52 years of his life.

I have stood on the edge of the dance floor, or sat in my seat, wishing to be out there having fun and not really knowing how, many times. Now that I know how I am glad to be living it up while I can.

You just never know what tomorrow will bring, so dancing today seems like a good idea.