In the above pictures, you can see our dancing time last Saturday night when Uncle Robbie had finishing combining and got out his guitar. E put on quite a dancing show. She is free spirited and does not have a worry in the world. Dancing brings that out in many of us I think. Letting loose. Letting go. Having fun. Except my first school dance in 7th grade when I was just down right petrified of being asked to dance because I was awkwardly taller than every boy in my class and so skinny that the boys referred to me as “Etha” for being as skinny as a Ethopian. NOT politically correct at all but a true mean junior boy thing to call the tall skinny girl. Thankfully I survived those junior high dances and awkward years. And tonight after very long but productive work days I am anxious to dance again like no one is watching with Miss E. And maybe we can even talk big brother Hunter, Daddy and Anika into joining us.
Katie-that is so funny about the Dave Vonesh pic! I know exactly which one you mean. I had on a horrible 80s jacket and those lovely red frames. Those were fun times, though. I love Elizabeth’s “geeky” glasses, too!