I’m getting my linkage up this morning with Mrs. Patton over at The Camp. So although this post may seem rando, it serves a purpose. Check out the link up.
Some people take dancing lessons – Josh and I did not. In fact, we never practiced once or even really discussed how we would dance for our first dance. Don’t get me wrong! I love to dance (duh) and love to be with Josh (double duh) but I really did NOT love dancing in front of everyone. Put me on a stage with a script that tells me to act like I have multiple personality disorder, including the personality of a monkey, and I’ll do it (done it). Tell me to get in the middle of a circle of 50+ women doing an improv game and tell me to pretend like I’m giving birth – I’m on it (BUCC retreat, check). I’ll dance like this to Gaga’s Bad Romance (or was it Kesha’s TikTok?):
But tell to me to dance with my husband for 5 minutes in front of an audience and it feels like an eternity and I want to cry into a pillow like the 23 year-old adult that I am. My embarrassment radar is clearly precise and fully functioning.
So our non-discussion and non-practice of our dance lead to multiple spins and probably one too many dips for the audience’s liking. However, they may have been quite amused when Josh dipped me, stepped onto my veil and ripped it out of my hair. That’s alright, it needed to come out anyway. I don’t know why I still had my veil in?
I did love the song we danced to, and it had been a long favorite of ours. We chose Come What May from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. And while our love story is certainly nothing like that of Satine and Christian, I have always loved the movie Moulin Rouge (and Big Fish. Love that Ewan McGregor.) And I think the song embodies that kind of love we strive to have. I always kind of had a feeling that Josh and I would choose this one. However, our country hearts also toyed with the idea of Free by the Zac Brown Band.