Sunday, November 15, 2009

Dancing in the Dark~

Coming home Saturday evening from the temple I (Mary) entered into a quiet dark home. I set my keys in the drawer drop my purse and then hear Shawn's voice calling me from upstairs. A dim glow is the only light that guides my way to where he is. There, with several candles going, he presses play; coming out of the speakers begins the familiar tune the first song we danced to as husband and wife. He held me close as we twirled slowly in circles--remembering the special day and enjoying this special perfect moment.