Thinking today of my nephew and his upcoming wedding next month. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to see him marry his most lovely lady because of the situation hanging over my head with his mother. But I remember dancing with John way back at our wedding. He was just thirteen and I taught him dirty dancing. Remember, my new husband was gone before the meal was done but not before we had one dance together. Then he took off to the dentist to have a broken tooth taken care of and came back just before the reception wound down to a full finish. John was open to making sure this bride didn’t leave the dance floor and we had a ball.
I’d have loved to been able to go to his wedding, but in a phone call, he told me he understood. I’d love to have had that one more time to dance with him.
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