My dad didn’t dance very often , unlike my mother she would dance at the drop of a hat. But when there was some music playing on the old radio or record player, the mood just right he would grab mom around the waist and off they’d go. He had a most unique way of dancing, he’d rock back and forth, this was his way of keeping time. Every now and then I’d catch a glimpse of dad moving his eyes all funny with his eyebrows up and down. Mom would have the biggest grin on her face and be giggling like a school girl, the words that would escape her would be Oh Bus’. Giggle giggle. I was a teenager the last time I remember him dancing, he danced with me at a wedding of some friends and for bustersdaughter that was fun and special, but remembering my parents and the goo goo eyes was priceless.
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