I’m Glad I Danced With You

Good evening. Thursday blog. A little about Denny tonight. A metaphor of sorts. He came waltzing into my life, like dancers in a ballroom. My car accident came out of nowhere. The policeman who came in the donut shop, out of nowhere. He was shy and I was mouthy and sarcastic. Those blue eyes of his, I could not stop looking at them. When our daughter takes our picture at the park when we are walking, she says, wow, your eyes are so blue. I said, that’s what your dad said to me. He had all of those fluffy words. Like the movie said, you had me at hello. I did not tell him that. We danced around each others life, like no one else existed. We tripped quite a few times over a two year period. In the end, we both got the trophy. We danced through the years or did the years dance over us? I’m not sorry I accepted the dance. After years of dancing, falling down, getting hurt. The ballroom became secure, finally. We were able to keep dancing. All of that dancing started to stop in Denny’s life. He just became worn out. He had to leave the ballroom quite a few times. Tried dancing, no, I started to dance for both of us. That’s a lot of dancing. I did not tire from it. He was worth every move. We loved the colored ball of life twinkling around the room. I told him everyday, there would never be a dancer like him again. Once the ballroom closes, it will not be opened. It was just for us. Two people who did not know how to dance, became strong in many ways, because of our dance. The parties over, everything put away, now the doors are closed, but, I’m glad I danced with you. Thank you God for 45 years of dancing! Good night. God bless.❤️🤗🙏🏻🤗❤️