Much to my surprise, on Christmas Day I unwrapped my presents and in amongst them was a card with the picture above on it (my husband does graphic design and this was his handiwork). It folded out to reveal the picture below:
and it was accompanied by an invitation to attend dancing lessons at a local ballroom dancing studio. It was the most romantic Christmas present I had ever received. The final fold out is below and I had images of sugarplum fairies dancing in my head - along with mental pictures of me swanning around the dance floor at the wedding looking like someone from Dancing with the Stars.
After several lessons, and lots of practice at home, we managed to make a passable attempt at a waltz and pulled it off for the wedding without counting 1-2-3, 1-2-3 out loud as we did it. I don't think we stepped on each other's toes and all in all it wasn't too bad. It did make me wish I was a drinker so that I would have imagined myself being a lot more elegant than I actually was (especially seeing it was a luncheon reception and there was not dim lighting to disguise the performance.)
Needless to say, we haven't done much in the way of ballroom dancing since then and I'm tall and still look gangly and uncoordinated any time I try some dance moves, so I save those for the privacy of my own home. I must admit that I bust a pretty mean groove when I'm decorating the house to Christmas music or when I'm vacuuming to a bit of rock and roll! Still, I survived my moment in the sun as mother of the groom and we didn't need to perform at our daughter's wedding - that was a destination affair in Bali and not much dancing happened on the night - a little hot and steamy for too much physical activity (phew!)
This post was part of the #1Word Challenge - this week's word was "dance"