I like to dance. Be it country swing, line dancing, waltzing, or whatever, I enjoy it. That's not to say I'm any good or that I know what I'm doing. But that doesn't stop me.
Upon getting married, I was excited to finally have a dance partner. After years of choosing not to date around and not going to High School dances, etc. I thought this was my chance! But alas, my husband does not like to dance! I did get him to attend a homeschool ball in MT with my relatives once when Ali was a baby and I can usually get him to do one dance with me at a wedding, but he is very stubborn about the subject. I usually end up dancing with my dad or one of my kids.
So, I was delighted to discover this weekend that although he absolutely will not dance with me in public, Josiah will dance at home! After beating me at Yahtzee, he let me choose how I wanted to be served (thanks to my poor-loser attitude and the fact that he wins most board games we play we came up with the rule a decade ago that whoever wins has to serve the loser in some way, like doing a chore for them, giving them a massage, etc.)
I chose dancing around the living room to Sinatra. We pulled the blinds lest the neighbors be out on a cold, winter night peeping through the windows, turned the lights down low, put on an internet radio channel for Sinatra and Louis Armstrong and had a blast! And because we live with 4 little people, make that 4 MESSY, little people, we danced upon Duplo blocks and little socks, and tried not to trip over toys and dress-ups strewn about.
We've always had a Friday night "date night in" to watch movies together but this year one of my goals is to spice up Date Night a little bit. To get out of the rut of just watching movies together, although we enjoy a good movie. If anyone has any bright ideas, please share them with me! Watching a good friend's marriage fall apart has made me realize how blessed I am and how much I don't want to take my marriage for granted.