The last dance

For the first time in my life, I'm actually proud of myself. I did something tonight that I truly feel was something special. In the grand scheme of things it will probably mean nothing to anyone but me. But it did mean so much to me. My neice Kasi was married today. At the reception, I didn't know until late, that it's traditional to pay for a dance with the bride and/ or groom. I was told I had to dance with her. Anyone who knows me knows I don't dance. But I had no choice...I had to. So, I decided that I would be the last dance.

I used to play with that baby when she was a baby. I will never forget when she was just months old, how much fun I had playing with her. My own baby was on the way at the time, and later on they were great friends for a time. I love my other neices and my nephew, but Kasi was always special to me because of that time we had when she was a baby. I cried at the wedding. I tried so hard not to, but I couldn't help it. I cried when Kasi and her new husband, Hank, had their first dance. I had to go outside because I didn't want everyone else to see me that way.

But, I digress. When I was told, much to my chagrin, that I had no choice...that I was required to dance with the bride, I decided immediately that I would have the last dance. I let at least ten, if not fifteen, people cut in front of me....just to make sure that I had that last dance. I was so afraid that when my turn finally came, I would screw it up. But I didn't. It was so sweet. Our dance only lasted about 20 or 30 seconds, but it was great. And I did get the last dance. I could only hope it meant as much to her as it did to me. I'm sure it didn't, but I am proud of myself for it anyway! It was one of those moments in life that I will never forget.