Detroit Love: My Other Dancing Partner

So I have this little cousin. She’s 5 and she’s great. Sometimes she’s really talkative and outgoing, but sometimes she likes to act shy and reserved. At the wedding, I stayed on the dance floor for most of the night. At one point I saw her on the dance floor and asked her to dance with me. She was being her shy and reserved self and did this really cute thing she does when she smiles and covers her mouth at the same time. Anyway, I kept dancing and she just smiled. And it was great. Like her. Like this picture.

Dancing with Cousin

p.s. Never mind my face. I may have had a drink. :-)

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Detroit Love: All the Best

I think I’m going to call these posts Detroit Love. Yeah, it’s pretty fitting. This one is all about all the very best things from our wedding. Believe me, there were a few things that went “wrong”, but in the grand scheme of things, they didn’t matter one bit.

When I think back to our wedding the best things, in no particular order, were:

  • Dancing with my husband
  • Being surrounded by family and friends
  • Seeing people we  don’t get to see often
  • Dancing with my dad
  • My dad’s speech
  • My sister’s speech
  • My red shoes
  • My bridesmaids’ dance

I think sometimes people worry so much about certain details being so perfect that they forget to stop and take everything in. Or you know…Stop and smell the roses :-)

Stop and Smell The Roses

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