So. After an extended period of time, it is finally here. My car. The freedom, the joy, and both my parents have driven it more than I have in the past couple of days. It's a good thing gas is cheap right now.
Yesterday it was my grandparents' 45th anniversary. Geertsema, that is. It's really incredible. Suddenly I feel young again. It was a year ago today that my oma came home from the hospital. God is great. Words fail me.
Norah and I were listening to celtic music on Saturday, which led to the You-Tube-ing of "River Dance". I love dancing. I wish I could take lessons again and do something fun with a partner, but guys are too chicken to do something like that. And I think I'm starting to lose the music in my feet.
2 comments:
"Guys are too chicken" *snort* what you need to do is give up on that bet of yours first…"something fun with a partner" could sound very ominous, you know. There's a certain threshold of trust required first, trust and a willingness to do potentially embarrassing things…
What does giving up my bet have anything to do with this?
And it is fun. Especially when both people have two left feet.
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