Dancing freaking rocks. I love shakin' my groove thing. And I mean LOVE. I used to be nervous about it. Self-conscious. And then Bottom 40 happened to me. Bottom 40 dusted of my dancing shoes. Or maybe uncovered the sleeping "tiny dancer" inside of me. I cannot get enough.
Friends, please continue to get married so I can hit the dance floor.
Okay, I guess don't get married just so I can dance. Get married because you are madly and deeply in love and want to spend your life together. That is such a beautiful thing. I had the wonderful opportunity to see another perfect match tie the knot tonight. One Meghan Farley and Keith Disselkoen. Now Mr. and Mrs. Disselkoen. In trying to describe their union, spirit-filled is the only word I can come up with. Continually referenced was the couple's character. Their hearts. The fingerprints of God in their relationship. It brought me to tears multiple times. Because of the sweetness. The goodness.
Someday, I would love to have a day like today. Celebrating a strand of three chords. Being with friends and family, looking at a man whom I deeply respect, and telling him I want to share my life. Start a new chapter with someone who brings out the best in me, and helps me love people and Jesus better. I don't know when or if this will occur in my life. But I really do hope so. Husband, I don't know who you are, but I'm excited for that day. And I'm praying for you.
Until God aligns our lives, I'm going to dance like a crazy person okay? My feet are sore, my sweat is drying, I think I'm dehydrated and I probably should stretch before bed. I could have kept dancing all night I think. Acting like an absolute fool on the floor. Shakin' and groovin', singing at the top of my lungs. I feel free and uninhibited. Sometimes I'm rockin' and other times I look like "a retarded string bean" [to quote The Wedding Planner-which I unabashedly adore]. But it doesn't matter-I'm just dancing. I can't freaking WAIT until I get to work it again. Bring on the tunes my friends, and I'll be there to shake it.
why don't we have dancing at birthday parties too?
ReplyDeletep.s. i apologize for never calling you back. i will try soon! promise.