Dancing

When Ryan and I were dating, we said goodbye every night by sharing a dance.

In the dimly lit living room, we'd choose a song from our playlist and move slowly around the carpet...usually with me crying into his shoulder.

Because dancing meant goodbye.

Sunday night, when I shut the door behind Ryan's mom and Allen...I turned to find Ryan standing with his hand out...offering me a dance.


I cradled my head on his shoulder and inhaled deeply. He whispered, "It's Sunday night. Time to say goodbye."

Ohhhh how I remember those days and how hard they were.

How grateful I am that now, dancing just means goodnight.

 Thanks, God. Thanks for another day to dance in his arms.