First Dance

This afternoon, in our sun-splashed living room while the Gators played and the dogs snoozed, John and I danced to our first dance song.

He held me and I chattered away.

“Babe, did you know Maps is an acronym?”
”I told you that.”
”No. I told you. Wait, did you tell me…?”

We mouthed the lyrics to one another and when he dipped me, I dissolved into giggles.

It’s a silly thing to blog about, but I wanted to remember it.

I want to keep the way the sunlight shifted around us, the ache in Karen O’s voice and how I feel right now - like I’m made of tears, hope and the effervescence of champagne, like I’m loved like never before, like I’m home where I belong.