I spent my 11th wedding aniversary, to the minute and to the day, sitting in a seat watching my six year old son walk down to the isle for the first love of his life. It was pretty surreal.
She watched him learn how to walk. She watched him learn how to talk. She was there for all the big milestones. She was his favorite.
It was his turn to be there for her big milestone. He was so proud. He told us that her groom was going to be very happy because she is a wonderful person. And she is.
He took his job very very seriously. And the real rings were tied onto the pillows. He wanted to make her proud.
When he was done making her proud…..he danced.
He danced like I’ve never seen him dance before. Like a crazed lunatic! It was the most awesome dancing I’ve ever seen.
He would come off the floor, sweating, and say “Dancing is exhausting, but they love me. I gotta keep giving it to them. ”
And he did.