A short while after our wedding, after the honeymoon, after we came back home, let the shininess fade, and welcomed day-to-day chores and boringness back into our schedules, Mr. Dragon and I had our real first dance.
Yes, we had a first dance at the wedding. Nothing chaotic happened to ruin it or anything like that. But rather than enjoying the moment with my new husband I was panicking, tripping over my dress, and feeling all too exposed and awkward, clinging onto Mr. D for dear life.
In our kitchen, in our pajamas, the song we probably should have picked came on Mr. D’s iPod and I requested a re-do.
We are on our way
It might be a hard way
But as long as I’m with you