Some of my fondest memories of my daughters growing up were the times when I had the opportunity to dance with them. From the time they were little, they would put their feet on top of mine and we would waltz across the kitchen floor and then I would twirl them like ballerina's as they giggled and giggled. Truth be told, they were great dancers...I just had them put their feet on top of mine so that I wouldn't step on their toes.
The urge to dance was usually spontaneous and if there was no music playing I would make up a tune as we strolled across the floor. There was a joy and happiness in my spirit as we danced. I felt like I was the luckiest man in the whole world to be holding these precious gifts from God and to see the smiles and hear the giggles as we just acted like our silly selves.
Someone once wrote, "Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music." Over the years, I've learned that the music of life is all around us. It is when we take the time to listen that those special moments find their way into our lives.
My daughters grew up way too fast. I'm glad I took the time to stop and hear the music. I'm glad that I danced those silly dances. The last time I danced with my daughters was at each of their weddings. They didn't stand on my feet and luckily I didn't step on their toes. But I'd be less than honest if I didn't say that while we danced I closed my eyes and pictured each of them as those freckled-face little girls who once thought I was the greatest man in the world.
Be Well.
Bill
