Put on your Dancing Boots
A couple of months ago, I returned to country western dancing—line dance and two-step. Now I remember why I love it so. Dancing has always been a part of my husband and my creative eclectic repertoire. I've danced since I was a little girl, and then I fell in love with this Texan.
My husband was born and raised in the Lone Star State where little boys grow up dancing. In fact, his mama and daddy still dance ever week at the VFW hall at ages 79 and 89.
During our courtship, Justin swept me off my feet on the dance floor, and we continued to dance for the first half of our marriage.
Then the unthinkable happened, we neglected our passion and became couch potatoes. It's taken a lot of coercion to get him back on the dance floor once again.
Last night I watched a senior citizen out dance me by a long shot. I sat down all winded while she still twirled around the floor. It was then and there that I decided, I want to grow old dancing. I sighed and said, "Bring it on old age. I'm going to pass away with my cowboy boots on!"
Do you have a creative passion that gets your toes tingling?
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