Doug and I have such a long and (mostly) wonderful history. I met him in high school, my junior year. We dated all of my senior year and then married just before my graduation. He was two years older than me, so he was in college.
Last night, lying awake like I often do, instead of worrying about bills and our future, I let myself go back in time. To times that make me happy to think about. I remember: Doug and I use to dance. Not a lot of men really enjoy dancing, but Doug did! We would go out, like a lot of young people, on Saturday nights, to the local clubs that had bands. My favorite times were when we went to Nashville and went out with my aunt, uncle, and cousin. Nashville Had some dance clubs, back in the day! My uncle Roger and Aunt Jane (my Mother’s sister), would tear up the dance floor! A lot of times, people would simply stand back and watch them and then applaud. We had wonderful times!
But the memory that came to me last night was from later in our lives. After the children were grown (we had 3), long after we had stopped “going out” to dance, Doug and I would have our own, personal dance parties. Just he and I. Mostly in the winters, because I remember that fires in the fireplace provided the only light in the room. Maybe a few candles. We would have a few drinks, put on our favorite tapes to dance to; mainly the Bee Gees, James Taylor, Roy Orbison, the Commodores, Little Anthony. I can see us, clearly, swaying and kissing and telling each other how much we loved each other.
Good memories. ❤️ I cling to them. Stay tuned.