Polka, rock, and a night to remember
When I came downstairs modeling my borrowed black dress and sporting 2-inch black patent wedge heels, the children were thrilled. It’d been years since I’d dressed up to go dancing, and I was anxiously anticipating the night ahead. When Radek made his entrance a few steps behind, the children were less-impressed. “So, you’re going to work, not a dance,” Oliver joked since Radek was wearing the same suit he wears to work. Radek assured them he’d be dancing with me.