Not kind of bad, really bad. Think Kate from Dancing with the Stars, or Elaine from Seinfeld and you'll get an idea of my dance ability. Not being a great dancer has never stopped me from breaking out into random dance moves. Often times, I will put on my IPod, or turn the stereo up and have my own dance party.
My husband isn't a great dancer either so I don't feel that I am holding him back. On our wedding day, we stumbled through U2's All I Want is You. As awkward as it was, it was the best six minutes of my wedding day. Because even though I can't dance, I love to dance.
Early in our marriage money was tight. Music and dance became a way for the family have fun and connect. We would have Friday night dance parties with the kids. It was so cute to watch our little blond ragamuffins dancing to their favourite songs. Later, once the kids were put to bed, the tempo would slow, and the music would get turned down. John and I would have the dance floor to ourselves. Our Friday night dance parties are some of my sweetest memories of our life together.
We still have family dance parties, they are just more random now. Just the other evening we cranked up the tunes and danced for an hour or so. My boys and I cut up the rug. The Kid and her Dad didn't get up to bust a move, but I could tell that they were both enjoyed the nostalgia of the moment. The evening ended with a slow dance. Charlie and I danced to U2's One.
Our dance parties that remind me how sweet life is. I will hold these memories close to my heart forever. I have blessed - with two left feet and a family loves my quirky moves.
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