I’m at a wedding in Texas. The crowd is a pretty wide age range. This ~75 year old cowboy starts dancing with a 30 something woman. He’s got a push broom mustache, denim shirt tucked into his wranglers, brown boots, and… Crazy moves! He’s spinning her around, keeping a tight frame, and generally having a great time.
He was looking down most of the time, smiling a little, and just getting into the moves. He clearly put in a lot of work, and really enjoyed the act of dancing. He finished the song with a courteous goodbye, and the woman seemed like she had a great time.
This is a good wedding 😊
Well, tbh, that can be said for each of us, with anything we do.
So true. I’m in my 50s and can remember the last time I gave my kiddo a piggy-back ride, or read a book to them. Never again, till they have kids of their own, maybe
I have two little kids so I’ve hopefully got a couple more years of “uppy daddy” left. But I know I’m going to miss it one day very soon.
The days go slowly and the years go quickly