I was so desperately nervous to dance in front of all those people watching. David Bowie’s music calmed me down. What were Doug and I thinking? Two artists, in our 20’s, getting married and dancing to Muppet music? And the song was called “As the World Falls Down”? Really?
Here we are, seven kids and a few decades later. Yes, the World Has Fallen. I cast aside the sandwiches and lettuce, like a bride tossing her bouquet all over again. And Doug and I begin to dance. In the kitchen. No one is watching, so it’s all good.
“Ewww! Time to leave!” one child cries.
“It’s so romantic!” says another, dreamily.
Small One appears out of nowhere, an Easter basket full of Kleenexes on her arm. She pulls a tissue out of the basket with great pomp and circumstance, and throws it on the floor at our feet. Again and again, she rains down Kleenexes around us as we whirled around in front of the dishwasher.
“I’m your flower girl!”
When she asked me to put on my wedding dress, I just laughed. Perhaps my arm might fit in the skirt part? She was thrilled when I suggested it might fit her better, instead. Oh, the twirling that ensued. Just Joy.
Thank you for the music, Mr. Bowie.
It's a lovely world, even though it has fallen down.