This swing dance idea seems to be working. At first, many of the kids were reluctant because they had to dance with the opposite gender (most are in seventh grade, a time when kids are still awkward about the opposite sex). There are still those who feel that way, but they're getting used to it. Just as important, they're actually learning to dance. For the first time today, they were able to put moves together, with some even using combinations. Tomorrow will be a little more tricky, because the move I'm teaching will require them to be closer than previously. Even its name expresses this closeness: it's called the "sweetheart."
I just came back from my brother's renewal of vows. He lives in Wisconsin, and this particular week, they experienced colder-than-average temperatures. I could tell because my hands began to go numb as I attempted to tie down a trailer after last night's reception. As a result, I appreciated the fact that the temperature in Stockton was in the mid-sixties when I came back. It was, however, good to take part in this, a dream of my brother and sister-in-law, after at least two years without seeing them. I saw the incredible support of their friends, who helped set up the day before, took part on the day of the event, and stayed late to help clean up. Aware of how tired everyone was late last night, one of Chris's friends even lent Chris his truck to take the last of the decorations home, a favor that allowed the family to return home before two o'clock in the morning last night. Here are some of the highlights: 1. Hearing on a plane what sounded like a baby's fi...
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