I don’t know about you, but every once in a while I get a glimpse of my datebook from years’ past and gawk at the events and appointments inked onto the pages. It’s particularly fun to look back and see dates planned with Honey Dude and that fated trip back home when he met the parents, asked for their blessing, and proposed.
Ah, ancient history.
Today I had one such calendar discovery that had me reminiscing all day. The simple words “dance, 7:30pm” had been jotted down. And at first I thought it was a Jazzercise class. But no. I suddenly remembered. It was the 13-week “country partner dancing” class that we lovebirds took back in the days of pre-engagement dating (about a year ago, to date).
It just melted my heart to reminisce about that stretch of time. We always said that it was good for us to have something to do on a regular basis. But it was so much more than that. It was a time for us to enjoy tender touch and gaze into each other’s eyes… in a healthy environment where we weren’t tempted to cross lines. It was good, clean love right there. He was a gentleman; I was a lady. And we danced.
Learning the Horseshoe, Cowboy Cha Cha, and Sweetheart Schottische, we came back week after week to soak up the love hanging in the air from about a dozen couples all learning beside us. We made friends and enjoyed the sweet older couples. We’d watch the men stumble and the women encourage, just so excited that their husbands were there, attempting to dance for their sake.
In the end, we learned some good skills, stored up 13 pre-planned dates, and had a ton of fun. It was very bonding. I would highly recommend it for all seriously dating couples!
Above all of that, we ended up dancing the Cowboy Cha Cha as our First Dance on our wedding day. It was the obvious choice. And considering we had ourselves a little barn party wedding, it fit just right (so did the line dance lesson later on)!
It’s so incredibly humbling to look back and see how God planned all of those little steps ahead of us, fitting them into the big picture, all nice and neat. Had we been planning, we would have failed. We would have gotten all sticky and stressed about arranging the stack of pieces to make it all work out. Gah. It makes my head hurt just thinking about it.
I simply need to remember to stop taking the map from God’s hands. He knows the Way.
I also need to get back into country partner dancing with Honey Dude. Yes, we’re long overdue for a night on the dance floor.