Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.


I Hope You Dance.

A friend of my newest DIL posted on Facebook a couple of pictures of #2 son and me, dancing at his wedding.

I LOVED dancing with my Matt. He’s a great kid (Okay, I know he’s not a kid anymore, but he’ll always be my baby. Sniff!) and someone I’d want to know even if I weren’t related to him.

He made me laugh as we danced. We chatted and had a great time. I don’t know how much fun it is to have daughters (my siblings have some great daughters) but boys are a blast to raise! (Being a natural-born tomboy didn’t hurt.)

Near the end of the song I told Matt what a pleasure it had been to be his Mama. One of the four best gifts in my entire life that God gave me was him.

I shouldn’t have said it. I knew better. But, hey! He needed to know.

Guess who I made cry. (Again.)




Today, Wednesday, July 13th, at 5:20 am, the sky is crying! The clouds are booming, and I’m loving it!

I’m dancing in this rain. Water is running down my face, drenching my clothes and squishing between my toes. AND. I. DON’T. CARE!!!

Because it’s raining and we need the rain.

Come out and dance with me. Come on, you can. I know you can. We’ll have lots of fun, celebrating this momentous occasion.

Maybe it’ll even cool off just a little. (Fingers crossed!)

Thank you, Jesus, for the rain!!!

♪♫ Showers of blessings. Showers of blessings we need. Mercy drops round us are falling, but for the showers we plead! ♪♫

Anyone know the verse?