This love dance between a husband and his wife is sacred, and so it is not mine alone to define each step.
So today I will not tell you what record he placed on the ancient player, but he knew it was the very one I’d love. The crooner singing with a glint in his voice, from another place and time and just right for this one, too.
I will not tell you exactly how he drew me to him, though I may share how he created a cocoon flickering light and that he folded the blanket at its edge into a triangle and triangles always remind me of the one who knows at the point, holding us leaning sides together.
I cannot tell you exactly how he looked at me for that is our moment, but I will say those brown eyes that have laid eyes on me since I was barely 18 revealed another layer of confident and adoring knowing, more than we were capable of in our youth.
I may tell you some of the way he wrapped his arms around me and led me across the floor because he knows how much I love to dance. The way he cupped my cheek and breathed I love you.
And we were bare and seen. Loved in the blessed call and response of years with all those steps that are only ours to know.