My momma has always been a great dancer, and I learned from the best.  She lets music take over and she floats over the dance floor… or rather, she did.

She spent too much time cooped up on the top floor of an inaccessible home; too much time hopped up on more meds than you can count; too many hours in pointless doctors’ visits.

But last night… She danced. In her new go-go scooter at a family event… she ‘chair-danced’ a la Claire Huxtable, bopping her top half like the maven she is.

My step-dad was on top of the world.  She couldn’t stop smiling.  And all I could do was stand there and watch, mesmerized.

She hasn’t walked in 2+ years… but last night, she danced.

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