Have I mentioned before that the wife is a dancer?
No? Okay, so the wife is a dancer.
And, by dancer, I mean she is a professionally trained ballroom dance instructor and competitor. She can watch Dancing With the Stars and do a better job critiquing the dances then the judges… Do you have a clear picture of the type of person I’m talking about now? She’s passionate, well trained, and very, very good at what she does.
Before we met, I was not a dancer. For the first year and a half we dated I remained resolute in declining invitations to try dancing. For the following year or so I continued to tell her that I had no interest in dancing… while I was secretly taking lessons in the evenings while she was at work.
Why? Why would take lessons? Why would I keep it from her?
So that I could surprise her with my new found dance knowledge of course, and then propose. And, because I knew at the wedding I’d have to know what I was doing to pull off the first dance.
After spilling the secret, getting on one knee, asking, and her saying “yes,” we spent the next 8 months streamlining my dance training, choreographing our first dance (a rumba to Michael Buble’s “Everything.”
I was nervous…
But the day of the wedding came, the ceremony went smoothly on the McCoy Sun Deck, our cocktail hour at the Top of the Sierra (11,000+ feet) went smoothly, everyone got seated back at Parallax okay, dinner went smoothly, and then it was time…
Would I remember the steps? Would I do her proud? Would it look as good to everyone there as it had when we practiced it?
She was perfect, of course, gorgeous, sexy, smooth, silky. And I pulled off my part flawlessly too. It was amazing!
And that is my success story for today.
Do you have a success story you want to share with the kingdom?