Well, I love the idea that I love to dance!
I have never been good at it...junior high and high school dances were agony for me...
Standing on the sidelines both hoping and dreading that someone would ask me to dance.
Much as my mind pictured Ginger Roger moves, my body functioned more like Frankenstein.
So I would stand there. Waiting. Hoping...
That by some miracle, my body would miraculously cooperate with what my heart longed to do.
Thirty years later I'm still waiting.
But today I got to thinking...
That maybe I have had it wrong all these years...
That I have missed the point.
You see I have a nephew, Zachary...