Last weekend, I got gussied up, Bob looked as sharp as ever and we headed to Long Island for his cousin’s wedding reception.
It started out with a bang with more than half the guests on the dance floor. By the end of it, top buttons were unfastened, jackets were left hanging on the backs of chairs and women were dancing in flip flops (including myself). I even got Bob to dance – yes, a noteworthy accomplishment, thank you very much!
We had a fantastic time, but then again, how could you not when you’re surrounded by joy and infectious smiles? One of the many reasons why I love weddings. And the cocktail hour! So. Much. Food.