My hot cup of Door County Wisconsin Cherry Pie Coffee is tasting mighty fine this morning and it is time to write.
Ecclesiastes 3:4 A time to weep and a time to laugh a time to mourn and a time to dance.
I found myself stopping for lunch not long ago in a small town diner in Central Wisconsin. The old place still had a juke box with vinyl records inside. I asked the waitress if it still worked and she replied with a big smile and said "yes it does." It is a hobby of our owner to keep it working and a lot of people enjoy plugging quarters into it and listening to the old tunes.
I asked to exchange two dollars for some quarters and I started to browse the list of songs available. They were fifty cents apiece to hear, which now days is a bargain. I stopped at B 14 and punched in my request. I played the song my wife Rene and I danced to at our wedding a thousand years ago. The title is Could I have this dance.
Part of the lyrics say Could I have this dance for the rest of my life? I sat down and listened and I could see in my mind the two of us dancing. I still remember holding her in my arms and shuffling to the music. I am not a dancer and it was more like a bear stomping in the swamp. But it was our day, our song and our time to celebrate.
It has been many years since that night and we have had a few ups and a few downs, But I just want to take a moment to publicly say today "Rene could I have this dance for the rest of my life, until I waltz across heaven some day with you?"
No it is not our anniversary today. It is just me, our two dogs, and a hot cup of coffee feeling good about the gal who said yes.
Have a great day!
Marty
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