He says "So do I love you"

Last night I danced.

When I was little, I read a lot. And before I really knew how to read, my mom would sometimes take us kids into the library and we could check out any book we wanted. I would always check out books about ballerinas from the highest shelf that I couldn't reach, because more than anything I wanted to be a ballerina. They were always thick textbook like volumes with black and white photos of pristine women with their hair done up in buns and holding a pose so easily--captured grace.

I have a rhythm problem. But it's okay.

Last night was a full moon. Out on the dock, I sang and danced and nearly fell off several times, but when I would spin in a circle, with my eyes wide open (it was so beautiful outside) I would catch my shadow, like a spotlight, exactly 90 degrees, to the west of my body, everytime, I turned, a different pose (the moon was so bright spinning felt like a shadow puppet game). Dancing for my Lord. He loves my feeble attempts of devotion.