A Day In France

Today was a special day. It was my dear friend, Katherine's birthday. We drove to France to shop for pottery and have French onion soup.

How wonderful to go to France for a day!

Katherine and I met 3 years ago. She and I had just arrived in Germany.

We met during a jazzercise class.

I remember being so nervous the first day I decided to join this jazzercise class. I took a place in the back so I wouldn't be so obvious. I had no clue what I was doing. The bad part was there was a big mirror in the front and you could still see the blonde in the back with the big soccer legs straggling about.

I had noticed a woman in the front who knew all the moves. She moved with a confident grace. After class I approached her and asked her if she had a background in dance.

I thank the day that my insecurity led me to question her ability. Because of my knees, I no longer jazzercise, but our friendship continues to dance.

I am proud to be her friend.

My Mimi always used to say," Show me who your friends are and I will show you who you are."

Growing up I was always afraid to show her my friends.

Since I am older, my friends are better reflections.

I wish Katherine could have met Mimi.

I am not too worried, for I know she will meet her someday.

Somewhere, someday

where we all can dance again.

Forever.