Volumes of Love: Just Dance!

Ohhhh dance parties. How I love you. A lot.

My family loves a good dance party. With so many female cousins, there is bound to be a quality conga line and/or running man in there somewhere. I was eager to start the real dance party, but we had a few formal dances to get through first.

First up, our first dance, naturally. Mr. Library has always remembered the first dance he danced with me to during high school (how does he remember this but can’t remember to put the plastic wrap away?!), so that song has been “our” song from day 1. It was only natural to use it as our first dance song, no matter how cheesy and outdated it seemed a couple days before.

Dance lessons were never really an idea that occurred to us. We didn’t have the time or the money or the care. Were people attending our wedding to see us emulate “Dancing with the Stars”? Nope. We did our best sway and spin and simply enjoyed each other.

Three-quarters of the way through the song, we had our DJ invite our wedding party to join us on the floor. Everyone in our party had brought a date except for Bridesmaid Al and Best Man K, so we put them together. They were very good sports about it.

After our song was done, Dad Library joined me on the floor for our Father-Daughter dance. Dad Library took it upon himself to choose the song, and he wanted to keep it a secret. In the end, he ended up picking the song I really wanted to dance with him to anyway without even a hint from me! It’s like he’s my dad or something…

He had chosen this song because of its meaning. He had fallen for the message, which is exactly what I had done. When a family friend mentioned it to him, he was hooked. Dad Library even went out of his way to buy me the CD with our song on it so I could listen to it whenever I wanted and think of him. I’m still tearing up thinking about it now.

I have only seen my dad cry a few times in life. He’s a sensitive guy on the inside, but he often doesn’t let himself cry in public. He had begun to breakdown when he gave me away during the ceremony, and he started to lose it again while we danced. We talked about other topics so that we both wouldn’t start blubbering. We talked about how everyone around us looked like paparazzi. We talked about how to properly execute a spin (and did so a few times). We talked about how fast the day was going and how much we were enjoying it.

When our dance had ended, it was Mr. Library and MIL Library’s turn.

MIL Library had chosen the song, which was very sweet and upbeat, much like her relationship with Mr. Library. Much to her relative dismay, though, she forgot just how long the song is and decided halfway through to just “rock out.”

They rocked out a few times before the end of the song, which made almost everyone laugh, including me. I found it endearing and completely hilarious!

Yeah, I have an ugly laugh face. Oh well.

Next up was our final formal dance. We wanted to honor those who had come before us, and we decided to do so with an Anniversary Dance. We wanted to make it known that everyone who celebrated an anniversary could join in, especially since a number of our guests were LGBT, but I don’t remember whether the DJ made that known or not. As the years started to go up, people began to leave the dance floor. The final couple was Mr. Library’s Aunt S and Uncle T who have been married for an incredible 48 years.

While we had planned to go right into our huge dance party, there was a touching request on behalf of two of our wedding guests. You see, July 17 wasn’t only our wedding date, it was theirs too. They had come to our wedding on their own fifth anniversary. My Aunt C requested their first dance song and the DJ invited them to the floor to have their dance again.