I got sad tonight, struggled with continuing to write my book while being torn to write a memory of Robert that had jumped to my mind. I journaled this:
One day I was rushing about, I don’t remember for what, maybe preparing for a trip. I was stressed, crashing about, full of nervous energy. Robert caught me in mid-flight, took my hand, and led me to the living room. “I’m so busy,” I protested.
“Just for a minute,” he said quietly, leading me onto the bamboo mat which was our ersatz dance floor. He switched on the CD player–Michael Bublé sang the old standard, “Put Your Head on My Shoulder.” Robert enveloped me in his arms and began to dance me around the floor. My body melted into his strong embrace and his graceful rhythm.
I started to cry, feeling his closeness and knowing that nothing was more important than holding this man I loved in my arms. I continued to sob, and he didn’t need to ask why. He just cradled my head into his shoulder and kept us dancing.
I don’t remember what I was rushing to that day, but I do remember every moment in Robert’s arms, the feel of his chest against my face and his body leading mine until our rhythms melted into one being. Yes, just like making love.
I would do anything to dance in his arms again. I narrate this special moment to remind you to stop, take time with your lover if you’re fortunate enough to have him or her with you, and never take for granted that there will always be time later on. Now is all we have. Treasure each other.
After I finished, I realized that maybe I’ll end the book with tonight’s journal entry.
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I can’t believe you are writing about this! My husband did that exact same thing to me earlier tonight… We were sitting together on the love seat, when he suddenly jumped up and started slow dancing with me! It was so spontaneous and wonderful! Thanks for sharing your beautiful story!
Thank you for saying that, Debi.
We do not remember days, we remember moments ~ Cesare Pavese
Joan, you definitely should share this in your book! Such a beautiful memory. Our Pastor has suggested that, instead of giving up something for Lent, we should ADD something to enrich our lives. I chose to appreciate and cherish my husband more. So, when he hugs me after a long and difficult day at work, I’ll be thinking of your words and just savoring the moment.
“There is no hurry in love”. I remember someone saying this, years ago. We do rush around so and forget that our loved ones are so important..more than anything else! I’m glad you were wise enough to ‘stop’ and be with Robert.
How sweet it is!
beautiful!
Thanks for the beautiful tender reminder. I’m so grateful you shared this intimate moment with all of us.
Thank you, everyone. And yes, I’m ending my new book with this memory.