Step on the dance floor . Do the tango A step at a time Hold onto…. Tight Loose yourself If you will . Dance At your own risk If you may! Susan McMillan
On my tiptoes feet held high by yours in your arms held tight slowly surrendering to this dance under the moonlight making memories of u and me making memories for our children making memories to last living in our moment letting go of our worries reaching our hearts without a word reading our minds with…… Continue reading moonlight dance
Thinking she would whizz her way through Texas like a hurricane hitting hard Charming any cowboy she wished leaving them cowboys wishing Two stepping through Amarillo Down to Dallas for the bull ride Finding a bull that caught her eye Lady Jane Realized she couldn’t make it to Austin For… Her hand she had given…… Continue reading Texas stole her heart
When summer comes around I wanna be Be present in the moment Of the sun I wanna pick out my yellow dress For a dance with my darling I wanna dare to dream for days Drawing out pictures in the sand Under the sun For days I wanna gaze At flowers and nothing else For…… Continue reading Summer
I know I have talked about things we have done to make sure the monstrous enemy called “cancer” in my case wouldn’t come back. However, by eating healthy, we are getting healthy in general and preventing more sicknesses other than cancer. Along with health through what we consume, there’s also physical health which is very…… Continue reading Physical health…
Dear sister, Yes I call you my sister because I have lived this season, this day, and this moment. Almost 9 years ago, I was that motherless bride. So I completely get it. I will say it hurt, and it hurt to the core of my heart. It was lonely as I sat still wishing…… Continue reading To the Motherless Bride.
Every single music hit had a rhythm for Sarai… If it played, she would dance to it! Ready to raise the red dust….. Barefoot, colorful dress and sweat running down her well defined cheeks, Sarai would dance until that red dust covered everything around her….. The smell of the dust would send Sarai into a…… Continue reading Sarai and the red dust!
Our little Chele Grace is Cinderella tonight (February 14th). She is holding on tight in her father’s arms dancing to a song that leaves me crying like a baby every time it plays (Cinderella – By: Steven Curtis Chapman). I have had the best Valentine’s Day yet. Ours was different this time; instead of going…… Continue reading Father Daughter Dance – 2017