Tripping to the rhythm of you

I am watching a 2 year old dancing in only his diaper in the waiting room at the hospital. We are both here to get an immunization, but I am the only one of the two of us, who knows.
I wish I could dance while waiting for my shot.

I love being here. Seattle. I love the city and my friends. I love feeling like I am starting something of my own, and it is good.

I only miss the South on holidays when I know my family and friends are gathered together and I am missing their laughter and the growing moments of their lives.

Other than those moments, I love this new family I have, this husband I now do life with and our tripping over each other in attempt to stand up in Marriage, even for just a few moments at a time.

We make small, gigantic steps and we stop and smile at each other, with the tears still drying on our cheeks. We smile not because we are ahead of few and way behind others, but now there is a “we” and we are.

And a few months into it, it feels like we might learn the dance after all.

Marriage and Jesus have been dancing near us, Andrew and I are just watching, wondering if we will ever be able to look like that when we dance, to move with such grace and rhythm. To laugh and twirl, in the midst of stepping on the others toes.

Marriage turns to us and says, “Just let loose, be free.”

Andrew and I look at each other, wondering if we have ever felt that free on our own, better yet with each other.

Jesus reaches down to help us up and says, “The secret is, Marriage dances with freedom because she knows I will never drop her.”

“I will never drop you.”