Today I am
grateful for dancing. I am grateful for
my husband’s sometimes two left feet yet his ability to get me on the dance
floor. This was one of the things I fell
in love with in our early days. I am grateful for the late
night dance parties where fist pumping is a must and for slow dancing in my kitchen. I am grateful that my mother always took the
time to dance with me, even if that meant in the middle of the grocery
store. And I am grateful for all the
times my dad and I have shared a dance. Dancing
really does make me happy. And I believe it can make you happy too. So no matter
how horrible of a day you may think you have had – and trust me I know some of
them can be bad – kick off your shoes
and cut a rug. It will make you feel
better. I promise.
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