One would think that would be me, wouldn't one?I mean, my husband's date. It should be his wife, right? A happily married man wouldn't go dancing with a pretty young thing who isn't his wife. Would he? That would be shameful! But, alas! That is exactly what my husband did. Last Saturday he went dancing with a pretty young thing. And she wasn't me! No jabs at my age allowed. When you are 40 and you work with men and women who are in their 80s and 90s, you are - indeed - young. But it wasn't shameful. Rather, it delighted my heart. Brian and Elizabeth went to the Daddy/Daughter Dance at our church. She's 16 years old, and she still loves to go. That delights me. Don't they look fabulous? Next year will be their last Daddy/Daughter Dance and they have decided to go out with a bang. They're going to choose a song and put choreography to it to perform at the dance. I *might* have to sneak in with a video camera for that one!