He Danced With Me

Yesterday was our birthday, my dear sweet Computer Guy and me. Yes, we have the same birthday. I believe it’s because when we were dating and he discovered that we had the same birthday he thought to himself, “If I marry this girl then I will never forget her birthday and never end up in the dog house. Bonus.” Or it could just be that our moms both gave birth on November 2nd.

It was our birthday yesterday. We started off the day at Mass remembering all of our loved ones who have died. I can tell you from first-hand experience that having a birthday and getting a year older on the the day we are all supposed to think about dying ourselves gets to be less and less fun the older we get.

He took me shopping yesterday to buy a dress to wear to a wedding which was last night. I had a dress already, but he thought I might like a new one. And the funny thing is, I would like a new one! See how that all worked out? I found the perfect little black dress. It fit like a charm and made me look 10 lbs lighter(You’ve gotta love that.) and looked great with my new red peep toe shoes that I’ve been dying to wear. (Thanks to my friend Annette who brought me “slut shoes” one day just because she knew I would love them.) It cost too much money, but he had done some extra computer work and told me not to worry about it. Then we went to Victoria’s Secret and picked up some stuff to go under the new dress. He doesn’t miss a thing, does he?

We went to the wedding and the bride’s mother said, “You look stunning.” The bride hugged me and said, “Wow. Those are great shoes.” I’ll admit to looking hot and knowing it.

Then the best thing happened. They played a slow song and my husband danced with me. Fifteen years together and it was our first dance. The rest of it was all nice, but the best of all was that he held me in his arms and we danced together. It was magic and I was Cinderella. Only Cinderella wasn’t cool enough to wear bright red, peep toe, 4 inch heel, amazingly cute shoes. Too bad for her.