comfort
| "I want to be like that...where I close my eyes and throw back my head with lauhter as I step up to dance with you. My tiny hand in your infinite one. My steps clumsy compared to your grace. The music begins as we step out onto the floor. My grip tightens, knowing I will fall but also knowing you will guide me. And the music swells, roaring in my ears until I am so enraptured that I can't look at anyone but you. My hands and feel are poised for the next step, my head up, a smile of love on my face, and my eyes locked on your...And then, maybe then, I will not even notice when you turn to one of your sons and invite them to dance with me." This is my desire. |


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