Here is a thing I love to do. Dance.
Today I was at a family wedding. It was small and intimate and tremendous fun.
Some people might think a disco for thirty a little strange. I don’t.
I had the best time in a long time and so did everyone else.
The couple in question are gorgeous, very much in love and totally genuine. The whole day was relaxed and heartfelt.
And then to cap it all off we had a fabulous disco. Everyone got their requests played. My husband, kids and I danced more or less solidly for three hours, burning off a lot of our wedding supper and reliving a lot of great times through music.
It reminded me of one of the reasons I married my other half- that he will dance with me even if we are the only two on the dance floor.
The DJ called me a lovely lady.
Grandma and grandad danced.
My only gripe? It makes me feel tremendously old when Tainted Love doesn’t fill the floor. It would with a group of my peers. I am probably ten years too old. But hey hubby and I danced to it. Alone.
And yes my feet ache but do you know what? Today has reaffirmed my belief in love, life and dance.
Congratulations to the happy couple! Wishing you a long and wonderful life together.