First Dance

Today was a treatment day and that means I spend most of the day laying around...in the treatment chair, on the couch and then to the bed.  While I was resting I started looking at pics on Facebook.  I found this one...

This is one of my all time favorite pictures!  There are so many reasons why I love this picture.

1.  For the first time caught on film it appears that my man's hair has more gray than mine.  However, my hair is a synthetic wig chosen especially for the occasion...it even matches my dress!

2. Finally, a picture that doesn't show my wrinkles, double-chin or fat cheeks!

3. It was taken on our daughter's wedding day on the dance floor during the reception.

4. It's the first time he ever asked me to dance!  Yeah, you read that right - we started dating when I was 16 and well, that was a long time ago!  We've danced before, but only after I asked him.

This unasked question was a sensitive spot with me.  It would make me mad that he never wanted to dance with me.  Of course, I knew it wasn't just with me.  Steve doesn't like to dance, but that didn't stop me from being mad!

All of those times of begrudging my husband melted away while we were on that dance floor.  The dance was made sweeter because of his timing.  He didn't ask me to dance at a night club or an office party or even a New Year's Eve party.  He asked me to dance on our daughter's wedding day.

The delay in asking it made it all the more sweeter.  That's the way life with God is sometimes.  We want what we want and when we want it.  But when we wait on God, his timing makes it all the sweeter.

We have both learned a lot of lessons in the past few years.  Lessons about ourselves, each other and God's love for us.  We've learned how to appreciate moments as they come.  We've never discussed this dance and we don't have to, I think the picture says it all.