Last night Dave and I went to the anniversary party of a couple from our church. They were celebrating their 60th anniversary and had a large party with a 3 course dinner, open bar and a live band for dancing.
The church we go to has a Middle Eastern heritage. It was founded in the early 1900’s by a group of Lebanese and Syrian Christians and most of the older couples (and some of the younger ones!) are Middle Eastern. I tend to forget this from time to time, but last night definitely felt like a cross cultural experience.
Just before the cake was brought out, the band stopped playing and someone announced that we in for a surprise. Middle Eastern music began to play and a belly dancer, in her full splendor, took the stage. She danced, smiling at the happy couple, and then had them join her on the stage. And Rose, who must be in her 80’s, didn’t miss a beat and danced with the belly dancer.
I have never seen a belly dancer dance before and honestly, my prudish self felt a little shy about the whole thing. I kept thinking “My grandparents certainly didn’t have a belly dancer at their 60th anniversary!!!” But the more she performed and the more she danced with Rose’s friends, the more I was won over. Perhaps I should hire a belly dancer for my parent’s next anniversary. ;) (Just kidding, Mom!)
At one point the belly dancer had a tray of lit candles. She danced with the tray on her head and then she leaned back, put the tray on her belly and danced with it on her belly. It was pretty incredible.
This has definitely been a season of weddings and marriage for me. This weekend I went to a bridal shower on Saturday and a 60th Anniversary party on Sunday. And last weekend Dave and I celebrated our own anniversary. It seems that love is in the air!