If You Say Run, I'll Run with You!

Put on your red shoes and dance the blues!

So, he and me, me and he, have been continuing our dance lessons.  Tonight was such a blast and I'm happy to report that I'm being a much better follower.  Our instructor is a Salty old fella', I'd guess in his late 70's.  He made the comment tonight that women these days just don't obey, that they, "don't even know what the word means."  That's sad.  Oh Lord, please grace me with the ability to obey more!  Jake, if you say run, I'll run with you!  If you say hide, we'll hide.

On with the dancing.  We continued with "The Hustle."  We danced it to the Bee Gees.  It was soooo much fun and our instructor taught us a very saucy new move.  Or is it sassy?? Actually, it's down right sexy!  Sexy is great for married people so please no offense over the word, okay folks?  Jake and I are getting a lot more comfortable with our respective roles in dance class.  We also did some swaying to some much older music and that was very romantic as well.  Jake spun me until my head felt like the tilt-a-whirl and then one of the instructors spun me around too.  Once my world stopped spinning we refocused and danced, danced, danced.

Dance class is fun.  I like it, a lot.  Unfortunately, next week I am going to have to miss it.

Do you want to know why??  I am about to let you in on a very big secret, actually it's not a secret to our family and to my parents, and if you're curious... NO, I am not pregnant!  I am going on a Road Trip!!!  I write this with exclamation points, because this isn't a military move, it isn't one of Jake's Road Trips, it isn't a trip to the commissary, to Costco, nor is it a trip to Target.  It's a real live, bona fide Road Trip.  I am going to sleep in a hotel in San Jose, CA alone.  There won't be any little sweet babies to wake up screaming in the middle of the night, which means that I won't stub my toes on numerous objects in a dark strange room.  I won't mash my foot on an unknown squishy remnant morsel thing that was spilled from the dinner that we finally ate wayyy too late. I won't be wincing from the toe injury, nor trying to find something to clean my foot off with while trying to find my baby so that I don't wake my husband and my other babies.  No, it will be me, alone, sleeping.  I am going to use an alarm clock and wake up all. by. myself.  This may not seem like big potatoes, but, you see,  I have this very handsome Marine who serves as my personal alarm, who says the word and I am up with him, mostly.. almost always... only sometimes do I linger under the warm covers...  Then, once I'm awake, I'm going to board a big plane and fly to Colorado Springs!  My mother will be meeting me there and we are going to have a 4 day long adventure, which will include, sleeping, eating, knitting, yarn shops, wine, exercise, tea, and conversations shared between mothers and daughters who are also good friends.  I am so excited.  Mom and I have been talking for years, that we should plan a trip sometime and just be together.  Ever since I left the house as a very young 19 year old young woman we have looked to the day that such a trip might take place.  My family has had many pregnancies, lots of breast feeding, homes in foreign countries, war-deployments, and the like to keep that from happening.  Those are all beautiful, wonderful things, except the war part, and definitely all a part of my God-given call as a woman.  I am so thankful for all of the things that the Lord has given me to do.  However, trying to find the right time to take a trip was where the brainstorming, smart-planning would need to take place.  After careful consideration and talking with our husbands, mom and I have found the perfect time and place. With our tickets bought, and car rented, there is only one thing left to do.  Pack our bags!  So mom, if you say run, I'll run with you!