Dance and Be Glad by Melissa Wardwell

Dance and Be Glad by Melissa Wardwell


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Book Summary
Jillian Matthews is a widowed mom and owner of a dance studio in a small farming community. When her husband died nine years ago in the desert of the Middle East, a piece of her died as well and she lost all joy in the day to day blessings. Tiny dancers and her daughter, Katie, are her main focus until an old flame, Michael Emerson, waltzes back into her life, awakening things she thought dead and gone.
Dr. Michael Emerson told himself he was happy with his bachelorhood after a messy divorce. He thought his life as an ER doctor and yearly missions work left no room for a wife and family. When tragedy strikes and he is left with an unforeseen situation, he must evaluate his life and make some major changes.
(Let me set things up a bit. Emily, Mike’s niece who has lost both her parents in a car accident, is at a sleep over at Jill’s with her friends Katie and Sarah.)
Seventeen years didn’t go by without changing a person, but he didn’t care. He watched her, he listened to her, and she was still easy to read. They both were hurting for one reason or another, but he didn’t care. Tom would warn him to tread lightly, like he had with Erin. Big brother was always hovering.
Now I’m here to figure it out on my own.
Rolling toward the nightstand, he reached for his phone. Scrolling through his contacts to find Jill’s name, he selected it. He could call her or just send a text. He decided a text would suffice even though her voice was more appealing.
Michael: How’s Emily doing?
He waited for a minute or two before he put the phone back on the stand. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, the phone pinged.
Jillian: Sorry. We are having a dance party over here.
He imagined the four of them in the tiny house doing more of what he had seen in the dance studio but in a more playful manner. Then another text came through, but instead it was a video of the three girls dancing to a peppy upbeat song. The smile on Emily’s sweet face pulled at his heart strings and filled him with pride. She was happy and having fun. Moisture filled his eyes and he whipped it away so he could get a better view. He felt like he was becoming a cry baby.
Jillian: I’d say she is just fine. Thank you for letting her come over.
Michael: Sure thing. I’m glad she is having fun.
Jillian: How is Uncle Mike doing?
Michael: I think I miss her.
Michael: I feel like something is missing.
Jillian: Welcome to parenthood. You crave alone time but once you have it you have no clue what to do with yourself.
Michael: She isn’t the only one whose company I’m missing. It was really great talking to you tonight.
Did he dare ask the question weighing on his mind?
Michael: Can we do it again, but without the girls?
He held his breath as he waited for a response. It felt like an eternity.
Jillian: Sure. Maybe coffee after we drop the girls at school some morning.
Michael: Sounds like a great idea. I’ll let you know when I have a morning open.
Jillian: Good night.
Michael: Good night.
Returning the phone to the nightstand, the butterflies went into overdrive and he hoped they would settle enough for him to get some rest.



About Melissa
Melissa was born and raised in a small mid-Michigan community living there still with her Husband and three children.
She enjoys taking pictures, reading, and leisurely rides with her husband on their motorcycle.
All her stories revolve around women who are mothers. Single mothers, widowed mothers, young mothers, married mothers, and even women who have a mother’s heart but no children of her own.
She hopes that each story touches your heart, gives you hope, or just gives you a moment away from the chaos of life.

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