Martha Brockenbrough posted a Billie Holiday song on Facebook this morning, and it has set the tone for my entire crazy day. It was the first dance at her wedding. In the spirit of friendship, I pass it along to you.
The first “dance” at my wedding was to Etta James. At Last. Of Course. I put dance in scare quotes because there was no dancing allowed in the Methodist church hall where we received our guests after our wedding, so B and I kind of shuffled in a discreet circle off to the side of the room, hoping the Church Nazi wouldn’t shut off the electricity in protest.
Back to your regularly scheduled day.