Originally Posted to ASSM Aug. 28, 2003

Author retains all rights to this story.
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The Wedding Dance
	By Rod Ramsey


This was something I should have done a long time ago. Catching
my breath after the obligatory first dance, I watched as Jean
spun around with her grandfather. She had pulled him onto the
dance floor immediately after the first dance. Her golden hair
bedecked with white and pink flowers that matched her gown.
Jean's mother took my hand as I watched, leaning against me.

"God she's so happy." She paused, "Thank you Peter."

"Oh Sara. I should be thanking you. "

The song ended and Jean came to me, her eyes sparkling with
happiness. She took her mother by one hand and me by the other,
pulling us onto the floor as another tune started. Together the
three of us danced, the other revelers giving way to the bride
and groom. For hours we danced, Jean and I. Her mother never far
away to take a turn when Jean danced with someone else.

"Did you tell the band they could leave?" Sara asked.

"Yes, but they said they wanted to stay. It seems Jean made
quite an impression on them," I replied.

Exhausted I sat down next to Sara, Jean claiming her place on
my lap. She leaned her head on my shoulder, closing her eyes in
sleepy contentment.

Sara giggled and whispered softly in my ear. "I think it's time
the bride and groom left to consummate their marriage." 

I could only nod for fear of waking the angel now asleep on my
lap. Taking Sara by the hand, I kissed Jean on the forehead.
Then handing my sleeping daughter to Sara's father, I slipped
away with my bride.