I Hope You Dance...

This past weekend my husband and I decided to escape to the beach, where we could just relax and enjoy the white sand beaches and watch the Dolphins early in the morning. We have our favorite hotel which just happens to have our favorite restaurant so we basically don’t leave the hotel for the entire weekend. There is a wonderful piano lounge where you can sit and look out over the Gulf of Mexico and can enjoy an after dinner drink.

After our dinner Saturday night we stopped to have a quick drink and much to our surprise there was quite a crowd. What stood out in the crowd was a very thin gentleman in his late 80’s with white suspenders and a white bow tie. He immediately took a table and proceeded to change shoes. He obviously comes quite often as the staff greeted him with affection. He now put on his black and white spats, which were in pristine condition. From the time that he arrived and had his spats on he became a dancing machine. It was obvious that his favorite dance was the Jitter-bug and definitely had all the right moves. He would go to different tables and ask the older women for a dance. As he finished each dance he would glide across the floor and return the lady to her seat.

It was like being transported to a different era. It really made me think about how often my husband and I dance and why we don’t make it a point to even slow dance once in awhile at home. The phrase that kept going through my head as I watch this smooth older man with spats and suspenders was from Mark Twain, "Dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt. Sing like nobody's listening; live like it's heaven on earth." And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance, I hope you dance.

I hope your week is filled with sunshine,