How to Dance

It was one of those magic moments that appear briefly before fluttering away like a butterfly. I miss too many of these, letting them slip by unnoticed, but I’m learning to watch for them. I was walking from the van to the mall. She was holding my hand. Somewhere along the way our walk morphed into a waltz as she began twirling and giggling. Her feet moved with grace and her hair bounced with each move. “No. Hold my hand like this,” she instructed as she spun into another twirl, her hand never leaving mine. I love every opportunity...

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