Dance Party

When Jeff and I were dating, there was a young adult dance with a seventies theme. He wore a Greg Brady wig and white bell bottoms, I feathered my hair and wore groovy velvet pants.

There were several things that night that let me know Jeff was a keeper. How many guys will not only dress up, but that can totally cut a rug? (He's a really good dancer, by the way)

As he let loose on the dance floor with absolutely zero inhibitions, I felt a glowing pride that he was with me. Our love of dancing has stayed with us these 12 years and we have passed that on to the kiddies.


This was our F.H.E. (family home evening) the other night. I bought some black lights at Halloween, we told everyone to wear white, and we boogied and limbo'd the night away.







I tell ya, what is life without a good dance party once in a while?