Have I mentioned here on the blog that my father and mother loved to dance? In fact, they met at a dance on Valentine's Day in 1947. Music and dancing were an integral part of my childhood. So, my father's promises about dancing in those shoes were steeped in a tradition of cha chas, jitterbug, the two-step, and his graceful shimmying shoulders. When his first grand-daughter was born, he made her a promise. He showed her the shoes he planned to wear to her wedding and told her he was going to dance up a storm in them.
|My father's shoes|
Later, Marc spoke to Corey's new husband. He said, "Chris, I am wearing my father's shoes, and I welcome you to the family." Chris was a bit taken aback, unsure if it was some kind of joke. So, Marc repeated it, and Chris got the full import of it. It was a warm and loving welcome to the family sent a long time ago.