Sometimes, it's a gloriously elegant dance, with every intricate detail of motion, sound, and color coming together flawlessly. Sometimes, it's a little like two people bringing four left feet to a crummy DJ's dance floor. Regardless of what it looks like, though, we dance. Whether graceful or clumsy, it is a beautiful dance, for beneath our fluctuating coordination is something steady, something that drives us to strive for grace and to cover bruised toes with understanding, forgiveness, and laughter. It imparts the hope, courage, and faith necessary to dance on confidently.
As I celebrate the birthday of my love, my partner in this ancient dance, I rejoice in the love God has given us. I am forever thankful to Geoff for his gift of contagious laughter, his ability to look beyond my flaws, and his steadiness through every step of our sweet, always-ageless, ever-new dance.
Happy birthday, Geoff.
(For the sake of our pride and the serenity of observers, I will not ask you to dance with me in the literal sense, however grateful I am to dance with you in the figurative sense!)
He learned from his daddy who is the best of the best!!!!
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