Dance

Don’t look at your feet to see if you’re doing it right.  Just dance.    

Anne Lamott

My family and I had the opportunity to share an experience with some very special people Friday night. My church hosted a prom for those in our community that have never experienced one.

The decoration team did an excellent job at making the place grand. No short cuts were taken. From the entrance, to the food, the centerpieces, to the photo booth and the music, it was all beautifully and carefully thought out.  It was apparent that a team of people invested a lot of time to make a special night for those who are often overlooked.

The volunteers weren’t looking for anything in return.  But we all got something.

We saw genuine joy as the guests walked through the doors. These precious ones, all disabled in some way, overflowed with gratitude and awe. The ladies in their sparkling dresses and the guys in their suits and bow ties were unhindered as they laughed and shared their excitement. They ate the meal, posed for photos, then came my favorite part of the night.

The dancing. Not one of them sat on the side of the dance floor watching.

They were in the middle of it.

Dancing. Twirling. Clapping. Laughing.

We cheered them on as they danced and danced.

We danced too. But not as freely. Not with such abandon. Not without thinking about it.

If only we could learn to dance like that.

They should praise him with dancing.They should sing praises to him with tambourines and harps. The Lord is pleased with his people;he saves the humble. Let those who worship him rejoice in his glory.Let them sing for joy even in bed!  

Psalm 149:3-5  NCV

 

In response to the Daily Post’s Rhythmic.

Prom

Mom and Dad - Prom (1960)
Mom and Dad – Prom (1960)

This is a moment captured long ago…..of youth…….. filled with hope and anticipation.

I wish I’d been there when Mom was getting ready for her prom that night in 1960. I’m sure she spent hours getting her hair just right, taking extra time on her make up, and getting dressed in her beautiful gown and fancy gloves. She’s lovely.

I wonder if her sisters helped her get ready. What did Grandpa and Grandma Sharrott think of their youngest daughter going to prom with that boy?

I wish I could have watched as Dad walked up to the door, knocked and nervously waited until someone opened it. Look at him! His excitement is evident by the big grin on his face. His hair looks newly trimmed and I’m sure he took his time getting his tie straight.

Did his older brothers give him advice? Who helped him pick out Mom’s corsage? Was he brave enough to pin it on her gown or did someone else?

Did they go out to eat before prom? If so, where? How did he ask her to prom?

I know Mom loved to dance. Did Dad dance with her all night? What was her favorite song of the night? What was the name of the perfume she wore? Did he forget to put on cologne? What was her curfew? His curfew?

I had a thousand chances to ask those questions.

Now I have to wonder.

In response to the Daily Post’s Primp.