May I Have this Dance?

After 18 years of driving from West Virginia to Washington D.C. every morning and 30 years total service, my husband decided to retire from the military. He could have hung around the house and I would have been happy to give him a list of things to do that I was too short to reach or too busy to fix or too weak to lift or too smart to worry about. All he wanted to do was not put on his uniform when he got up in the morning. God, however, must think he looks rather snappy in the uniform, as do I, because He called him to teach Jr. R.O.T. C. in the public high school. Now, every morning he puts on the uniform and spends his day with 210 high school kids, 3 of which are our own kids. He actually loves being with them and the Lord has given him many opportunities to speak that love into his student's lives.
One of the biggest events of the year is the Military Ball. It's a VERY formal affair, much more refined than a prom. Weeks are spent in preparation...leaning military etiquette, honing manners and learning how to dance without stepping on your partners feet. (This is particularly difficult for the 9Th grade boys- many of whom would rather eat gum off the bottom of their shoe than dance with a girl at all.) I had the pleasure of dancing with my husband and both sons and my toes were unharmed.
Maybe this wasn't the retirement James had planned but women love a man in uniform and it's working for me