My nephew Bob married Audra this past June in West Virginia.  My brother Curt (he’s a pastor in San Diego) and I had no pastoral responsibilities so we wore civvies and just celebrated.  It was over a long weekend at a lovely resort with golf for some;  cards for Suzy, my cousins and aunt and uncle and me, a Pirates game for us guys and a zoo were we went to with Martha and my granddaughter Eva to see the lorikeet house.  

 

But the highlight was my granddaughter dancing.  We barely held her back as the bride and groom danced.  It took great persuasion and logic to explain about the dance with the Bride and Grooms parents.  Finally, out she went.  The eighteen month old kicked to the beat, swirled to the melody, and clapped to the rhythm  in the center of the floor right in front of the dj.  She danced with Grampy, with Suzy, with the bride and groom with 17 month old cousin Felix, with all the teenage girls, and all alone and with the crowd.  

 

She danced and danced and danced.  

 

Oh she stopped for milk and the  

occasional cookie.  And she slept early and well, but she danced; tireless, entranced, joyful and mystically happy.  As happy as anyone I have ever seen at any age.

 

Eva, may you have many many more such days.

 

And may God grant me the grace to dance at your wedding!