A Grandma Watching the First Dance

An Excerpt:

Fingers knotted around long stem glasses, bubbles lifting around the rims, lifting spirits even higher with the swell of the music.

You and everyone else are swept off in the awe of a first dance. You tread water in the stillness of the crowd, watching the groom pull her closer to his chest. Her hair brushes against his shoulder, and he tucks a curl behind her ear.

The music fades so their song can begin.

This is the first silent moment. It feels just like that severed second between the words “you may kiss-”, and the passion between their scrunched up faces. 

A crinkled eye winks across at you, she caught you staring too. Her grin reaches out to say “Happiness is damn cute, isn’t it?” She’s got her fingers locked with the gentleman beside her, and you look from them, to the couple intertwined on the dance floor, two pairs of laced hands tying together the meaning of forever.