Let's Dance

I've always hated dancing. I have two left feet and no rhythm. I hate dance clubs. They are too loud and too crowded with too much smoke and strobe lights. They say life is like a dance. I agree. Feels like the world keeps spinning and I'm getting dizzy.

In elementary school and even a bit in middle school I remember forced dances in the school gym where all the boys and girls tried to stay on opposite sides of the gym from each other. I always avoided all school dances including my senior prom. The only school dance I remember attending was one homecoming dance in high school. My mother practically forced me to go. I went with my best friend and her crush (who much later in life turned out to be gay). When there I met up with this quiet handsome mysterious guy in our creative class, whose parents also forced him to go and who also does not dance. However, in order to get my friend and her date to try it we dared them to dance together if we would both dance together. So my first awkward dance with a boy ended up being with the one I would marry one day, even though at the time we only did it as a joke.




Samantha, myself, and her date, Ross at homecoming the one year I went.




Dad and I dancing at RenFest in Houston. He's probably kill me if he knew I posted this.

In college I thought it might be fun to take a ballroom dancing class. I had a friend who was loads of fun who talked me into it. He had a ball. (Pun intended). Meanwhile, I spent the whole semester stepping on toes and getting out of step with the dance. I spent so many extra hours with the teacher trying to learn and not getting it. I think he ended up giving me a C in that class out of pity more than anything else.

The only time I remember dancing and having any fun at all was one summer just before I discovered my pregnancy. Josh, Tristan, Robert and I built a bonfire in the pasture out back. We had bbq for dinner and lots and lots of beer while listening to country music. I got kind of drunk and danced the night away. I remember the flames licking the stars in the night sky and just feeling so free and having so much fun. Not long after that our lives changed when a pregnancy test came back positive.

And today, my little man and I dance every single day. When music comes on he moves his little body and his little head. He's still small enough I can pick him up and spin him around. Dancing with a toddler is pure joy. There's no judgment about how you look or if you misstep...just pure innocent fun and joy.