The night of Granny's party, there was a dance in town. ("Town" being Corona, pop. 165, bumped up to approximately 225 for the dance.) I completely dropped the ball on taking pictures for this trip. I was too busy having fun to even think about it. Thankfully, among the throng of people, there were a few shots I could pilfer from others to help frame out the day.
EmBaby had a hat, new pink boots and a pretty
dress. She was set.
The boys, on the other hand, were a little uneasy.
Dancing is not such a thing here in the South as it is in the Southwest.
(It's actually somewhat frowned upon, in large part, here.) So they
haven't been to dances, and we haven't danced in ages, just out of
general lack of opportunity, and the whole concept hit them like a big
foreign wall of awkwardness. "It'll be okay," we told them. "Just ask
Granny to show you how."
They did.
They got it.
They danced the night away.
16 years ago, Zorak and I danced in that same building for Corona Days. We'd only been dating a few months, then.
This year, we watched our children dancing, running, talking with family and friends. Then we danced. And we
danced with the children. And we danced with others. But the highlight
for me was dancing in his arms again. Oh, how I've missed that.
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
1 comment:
So glad you had a great time! and I'm glad that you were able to dance with Zorak!
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