I Danced With My Mother

I danced with my mother on Christmas Eve.

I danced with her because I thought I might never get another chance to dance with her on Christmas. I reached out when otherwise I would not...I held her in my arms as if I were the mother and she the child, and we danced.

I know that I will remember that moment always.

Things change, there is nothing that can be done about it. Photos and memories are all we have left of days past...even yesterday, the day before this one, is the past already. We must grab it while we can, those moments when we would rather be alone or would rather not reach out...and do just that.

Reach out. You might not get another chance.