I dreamed about hula last night. In my dream, I was in the dressing room, getting ready for this week's impact skit for children's church, and I heard Hawaiian music playing, so I started dancing. You often don't know how much something means to you until it is absent. The next few weekends are full, but I'm hoping to start back the first week of July. Three months may be a relatively short time, but it feels like ages.
4 years ago