The dance(s)

FACT: The Brunstetters are not great dancers, by nature or trade.

ALSO FACT: The Foster-Keddies, by contrast, are in fact VERY GOOD DANCERS.

MOST IMPORTANT FACT: Morrison took ballroom dancing in high school and is in fact a VERY VERY VERY GOOD DANCER. We practiced a bit at home, but mostly I just tried to trust that he would lead me, which he did (INSERT MARRIAGE METAPHOR.) For our first dance — Sam Cooke’s You Send Me — I just let him do his fancy knee and footwork things, and spin me around a bunch while I laughed gleefully and floated around on my own feelings.

ANOTHER DANCE RELATED FACT: My poor wonderful Dad took dance lessons and learned a special father / daughter dance, which I then also learned. But by the time I was done with my husband dance, I had no dance left in me. And so, I found the father / daughter dance — Nat King Cole’s Unforgettable — to be, in fact, VERY FORGETTABLE, by which I mean I just sort of forgot all of it, and I buried my face in my Dad and said something to the effect of, I can’t, and so we just laughed and swayed like amateurs who had never had lessons at all,

But most importantly, we laughed and we laughed and we laughed, and it was better than any dance that could have been planned, or you know, slaved over for the course of WEEKS. SORRY DAD!

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