Memories ... the last dance...

Memories ... the last dance...

I have a distinct memory from when I was quite little…dancing with my Dad after dinner.  I was probably 3 or 4 years old, and after dinner each night, my father would put on the record player and teach me to dance.  My Dad was an older father, so the music was not of the time, but of his youth and he taught me how to waltz, to foxtrot and later how to jive. 

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The morning coffee ritual ...& life

The morning coffee ritual ...& life

This morning when ordering a take-away coffee, I ask the barista how he is doing?  With a big beaming smile, he shares that last night he proposed to his girlfriend.

Touched by the beauty of his delight, instantly my eyes fill with tears.  We laugh at my response and unperturbed he goes on to tell me the details of the proposal, as well as his desire to marry with all of his family present, including his elderly grandfather.

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