Last Night I Danced

I danced last night.

I don't dance often, mostly in the car. If you can all tapping your feet and drumming on the steering wheel dancing.

Sometimes, when I'm doing chores around the house, I'll move to the beat of the music. A little. But it's been a while since I've danced just to dance.

My dance partner was wonderful. Not because his moves were all that smooth - in fact, he even fell down once. But he just grinned, got up, and kept going.

He didn't care how coordinated I was or how goofy I looked. He was just thrilled that I danced with him at all.

That's the best apart about dancing with a child.