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Our song since our first dance. |
He goes down to the basement to find out what is on the CD that doesn't share what's on it lest it be played. Strains of 'If You Would Love Me Now' drift up from below. The song Tracey Lynne Arledge wrote and recorded thirty-fours years ago, the song she sang when he first asked me to dance, that she sang when we got married. He hustled up the stairs, holding out his hand and once again, we dance to our song. Not in a bar, or at a county fair, but in the kitchen- with a dishrag in my hand, smudges of flour on my cheek and while wearing fuzzy pink slippers. And it is still absolute magic and he still loves me. |