I love dancing.
Something that was in me from the day I was born said,
"When a funky beat comes on, you must move."
I see it in my kids, too, and I love it.
Just the other day, Addison, was bobbing his head
to some catchy tune on radio disney,
looking very serious in his baby groove.
In college, my friends and I used to study music videos
and memorize the routines.
I can still bust out with the running man and robocop,
which horribly dates me, I know, but let's not think about that.
One of the things, that I loved about Scott when I met him was that
he could pop...and tut...
and I knew I must marry him when he did the centipede.
He won me with his sweet moves.
I love watching people dance who are good at it.
Like my friend, Nona, who has danced since she was a toddler.
Hula,Tongan dance, ballet, jazz, tap, hip hop...
She is mesmerizing to watch.
And now she has followed her dream and has her own studio.
I want to dance like Nona.
There is something fantastic about watching people move,
and leap and spin and do crazy unbelievable things that
they have trained their bodies to do.
My friend, Emily, has a cousin, Sara, who is dancing on
"So you think you can dance".
And she is fantastic.
If you need a bit of joy in your day,
if you want see some people getting free
and doing what they love to do,
watch it tonight.
And vote for Sara.
Cuz she can dance.