THE
GREATEST ADVENTURE OF ALL by Sara Etgen-Baker
“Bow to your corner;
bow to your partner; join hands and circle left.” Petticoats swished and
boots shuffled across the wooden gym floor.
I watched the dancers from the sidelines, feeling once again like an
awkward seventh grader at my first junior high dance. “Allemande
left……weave the ring.” But once the
music stopped, dancers dispersed as single men went to one side of the gym and
single women to the other.
I
stood with the other women clutching my empty dance card in my left hand. As the music for the final dance began, a red-headed,
bearded man wearing cowboy boots strolled toward me. He extended his right hand then reached for
mine. “Would you care to dance the last
tip?” Without saying a word, I placed my
hand in his and followed him onto the dance floor.
After
the last tip, he escorted me to the front door.
“May I walk you to your car?”
I
nodded. “Yes. That would be lovely.”
While
the flame red harvest moon sank upward, we sat on the hood of my car and
talked. His aura grabbed me like the
moon pulling the tide, and the hours passed imperceptibly. As the harvest moon sank downward, the
morning dew formed on my car’s windows.
“Oh!” He jumped off the hood. “We need to get to work!” He extended his hand and eased me down to the
ground. “May I see you again?” We exchanged phone numbers and went our
separate ways.
As
with most new friendships, getting to know one another was joyous, magical, and
transformational. He gathered the pieces
I was and somehow gave them back to me all in order. Even after marriage, we remained friends and
developed an extraordinarily strong, almost holy connection that became
life-giving for us both.
We’ve
entrusted one another with our imperfections.
We’ve suffered through painful but rewarding trials and tribulations and
learned to forgive. Forgiveness became
our friendship’s biggest gift. Now our
friendship serves as a profound reminder that friendship is the greatest
adventure of all—full of risks but also full of endless possibilities.
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