Life's a Dance -

It started out with a shuffle, step-on-toes, step-together, dodge. We were dancing, but not together, his choice of music was the Beach Boys, my choice - no music please, just a calm sway to the tune of the smokey breeze. He wanted a fast country swing, I wanted a slow country two-step.

The day began this way, both of us anxious, he wanting to be moving on to a polka, and I wanting to slow the day down with a mambo - we danced a tangled tango, and a twist and shout.

By the time we had arrived at a song change, we were tired from dancing, and yet we knew we had so many more songs to dance to before the day ended.

He pushed me out, flipped me, pulled me in, tucked me under his arm, and for the first time, we slowed to a gentle two-step, together.

"I don't want to . . ." came out of my mouth at the same time, "I don't want to," came out of his. We smiled, kissed, and we step-ball-changed our plans.

"Let me lead for a minute," was my plea. And I did. And as we moved to the sound of fountains, we began to enjoy our time together.

"I have an idea," he said, and with a slide together, step together, we were back in unison.

We danced the entire day, together, no toes stepped on, laughing at how in-synch we were, how our steps mirrored each other the entire day.

We ended the day with a waltz - 1, 2, 3; 1, 2, 3; 1, 2, 3.

I am grateful for music. And for two souls who spend more time doing the chicken dance rather than the Cha-cha, we are learning that a quick-step and roll, will ease the tension of a crowded ballroom and pretty soon, we become the only ones on the dance floor.

And the refreshments were pretty good. What a gift. I like this tune.