Take Me Dancing
Because you took me dancing.
This past weekend I found myself not knowing what to wear. It wouldn't have been a huge issue for you. You wouldn't understand why it really matters. As long as I had clothes on and wasn't naked, why does it matter?
Well, it mattered to me. I know that you wouldn't care if I wore old floppy sweatpants or a designer dress & the highest pair of heels I own. It matters to me because I hadn't left our home. I hadn't left since the world first shut down.
It's been years! So when I say it's been a while since I have seen the outside world. I really mean it's been so long that I panicked about what I should wear because this is special.
Leaving the house is special. Going somewhere without running errands is special. Having a shower & putting on clothes that don't have holes in them or are worn out is special.
Because you were taking me out, I needed to look extra special; I needed to wear something that made me feel good. Being indecisive on what to wear wasn't because I needed to impress you. I needed to do it for myself. To gain back a little part of myself that I lost when the pandemic happened. I became the poster, mom, for stay-at-home mothering.
Being indecisive on what to wear wasn't because I needed you to approve what I should wear. I needed to approve whatever outfit I picked out to make sure I was looking my best. I needed to look less like a train wreck & more like for one night I am put together.
Because you ended up taking me out this past weekend to an event where socializing would be the highlight of the night.
Yes! The socializing was great the entire night. But because you took me onto the dance floor & danced with me, that made it clear that I was the only girl in the room that mattered.
My outfit didn't matter to you. The makeup I had on, you could have cared less about. What mattered to you was letting everyone at the event know that your wife matters to you regardless of who is around us.
One dance is all it took to remind me what matters most.