I love to dance. I dance at home while doing chores (oh, okay, I don't do chores. I just dance!), I dance at the bus stop with the kids. I dance while I am running. I dance at work--my BFF Brooke and I have an entire routine going on. I don't claim to be a great dancer. I am probably even a klutzy dancer. But it makes me happy when I can dance. Gleeful!
I hurt my knee a few weeks ago and the Diva said to me, "Oh no! You can't dance!" Everyone knows--I gotta dance. I wasn't able to walk or run for awhile, let alone dance.
Guess what?!?! I could finally run today . . . . . that is cause for a celebratory dance. . . .
Spring punch needle fun~
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