We glided across the dance floor, my wedding gown swishing and his silver tie shimmering. Having just been introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Perry, we had excitedly taken the floor and now danced to “Green Eyes,” our first dance as husband and wife. The candles glowed and the lights overhead glimmered. With a twinkle in his eyes, he lifted his arm, signaling a spin. I smoothly twirled away from him, but in an instant our eyes met, and entranced I stepped back into his arms. Laughter and smiles sparkled effervescently, dancing our Rumba box step, as we floated under the twinkling lights.
Just a couple hours before I had been waiting in the foyer of our church, eager and giddy, veiled and on my father’s arm. I thought of the pure bliss in his eyes, as the doors slowly opened and I first entered the church, the organist playing my “subtly majestic” anthem. Tears twinkled and a smile spread across the face of my beloved, while he watched me slowly approach the altar – approach him.