Shake Your Groove Thang

Tuesday night was filled with laughter, sweat and a whole lotta fun. It was good times. Kind of makes me what to get off my tush and start exercising. Kind of.

So Sarah and I were on a team for tennis. She's not played in a while, but she's fast and gets to the ball, her technique is just a little rusty. I'm not much help either. My sister and I took lessons growing up so I know how to play. Which doesn't necessarily mean I'm very good. It just means theoretically I should be good.

After giving Sarah a few tips, I'm running my tush off trying to smack that ball that is roaring towards my face. (Ok, so we were just volleying, but its more exciting to read if I use words like roaring.) After a few volleys, Sarah says I've impressed her. I'm like, what? I can't hear her because the blood is rushing in my ears because of my exertion. She says she thinks I'm athletic. And then asks me if I'm a dancer. A dancer?! She thinks I'm graceful by the way I play tennis. Someone else asked me that a while back if I had been a dancer. I'm, as my mom likes to put it, just "awfully skinny." Nope, I'm certainly not a dancer. I'm not even dancing at my wedding. But I will have a floor where the rest of you can shake your groove thang.

Tuesday night was, well, hilarious. I'm pretty sure God was laughing at us. Not in a mockery kind of way, more of an, "O you girls" with a twinkle in His eye and a shake of His head kind of way. I think He enjoys us. Which is pretty cool because I certainly enjoy Him.