Not quite 13 years ago, I walked down a short aisle on a landing at a local pond promised a bunch of yada yada, made goo-goo eyes at a very handsome man and voila! left my maiden days behind.
We had a somewhat offbeat wedding. I chose our processional song — the instrumental version of The Princess Bride. (Our First Dance was to the Mark Knopfler version that added in vocals. We’d taken ballroom dance lessons for months prior to the big day, and still I managed on a twirl to bop him in the nose with my elbow. No blood.)
Roger got to choose the recessional song. It just now came up on my iPod, thus prompting this little Valentine’s Day post in his honor.
Know what he chose? The song to kick off our married life, to serve as backdrop for our first kiss, to face the landing full of our family and friends as husband and wife, to launch our big-ass party? A song from his favorite movie, Goodfellas. (Are you seeing the movie theme here?)
Roger, thanks for the roses I found in the kitchen this morning. My fate is still up to you.