By candle light. It happened in a moment. One button after another coming undone and a shuffling of our feet to Bruce’s “Jersey girl.” How appropriate as I was born and raised there.
I forgot how intimate a slow dance can be. How momentous of an occasion it can be. I remember at my 8th grade end of year dance, I was lucky enough to dance with the DJ working the party. Then in every formal in high school, junior prom with my high school sweetheart though by senior year we had broken up. Then at my wedding, dancing to “at last” by Etta James, though I wanted ” wild horses” by the Rolling Stones. I knew then I marched to my own beat and following “what was expected” might serve well in the short term but not in the long run. Hence the subsequent divorce. And finally…surprising my ex-boyfriend at his office late at night with his favorite dessert and spontaneously dancing to “fly me to the moon” by Frank Sinatra. A memory that will never die, even though he did.
And there I was this morning, you holding me close yet we were strangers. That is the thing with intimacy and connection, it can happen in an instant and still be authentic.
Nobody puts baby in the corner.
Music mood” Bruce Springsteen ” Jersey Girl” (one of my favorite songs)