Taking a little August Sabbatical so I thought I’d repost one of the most popular entries from this past year. I’m glad you liked it!
I really admire my husband.
He’s brilliant and wise and athletic and better than me at everything.
Except maybe one thing.
When we were dating, we never danced.
And when we got married we didn’t have dancing at our reception.
And when we went to our first wedding reception as a married couple he didn’t ask me to dance and I cried and was sure he didn’t really love me.
I wrote recently that some friends and I have wrangled our husbands into taking dance lessons, and I’ve finally discovered why this has not been part of our life together up til now. I’m not gonna sugar coat it. I’m no Ginger Rogers, but John is truly bad. I don’t understand it. How can someone who’s so coordinated in so many other areas be so…not…in this area? Sometimes we just have to stop trying because we’re laughing so hard.

It’s one thing to have a humility thrust upon you. You make a mistake and have to apologize. Like BP. Or the captain of the cruise ship in Italy. Or Lindsay Lohan. You’re given a job to do and things don’t go well. You’re humbled.
But to choose to step into a situation where you know you’re weak, vulnerable, open to ridicule? That takes love.
Doing this together with some of our closest friends has led me to another conclusion.
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