The moment I became Mrs. Shaw
Whispering sweet nothings
Whatever he whispered, it worked
Our first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Shaw.
This wasn't just Wade's first dance as a married man. It was his VERY FIRST dance. (Minus the dance lessons we had in the kitchen prior to our wedding day.)
It's funny the things that become important as a bride plans her wedding. For me, it was my shoes and the cake. Oh, the cake. Seven tiers of white, decadent goodness.
I had high expectations...literally
And Wade delivered
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
And he surprised me with flowers and a note.