I hate dancing. So you can imagine my dismay when Christopher told me that to conclude our evening, we would be dancing. I protested, but he was not having any of this, though, and took me there. When I stepped into the ballroom and saw all the other dancers, I knew I was going to embarrass myself very quickly. But Christopher took my hand and led me straight out onto the floor.
We turned once. No broken toes. We turned twice. Still doing ok. I looked up into his face and shared his smile. I was dancing! I could really do it!