Around a year ago, I wrote a post about choosing your first dance song (clickety click if you like knowing important details of other people's weddings as much as I do, or if you're in the market for your song). I have many, many vices, but if I have an ultimate vice it's nosiness, and was so excited to see Grace's wedding song linkup. I guess burning to know other people's first dances is among the more harmless of things to poke my nose into, but for whatever reason, there's something so telling to me about the lyrics that mean something to a couple--even when it's friends I know well, hearing a song that's special to them feels like a deeper look into their hearts and their view of each other. I tend to envision wedding songs as the words the couple would express to one another about how they feel, which is pretty personal stuff, yeah? It feels like a privilege to be given that glimpse.
Anyway, our song. Andrew and I loved the song "In My Arms" by Jon Foreman, but both of us felt like it was a little too intimate a choice to be dancing to in front of 200 people. Not just because of lines like, "Love, we sleep apart for the last time," but because it's such a delicate whisper of a song that we wanted to keep it just between us for the time. Looking back, I kind of wish we'd gone with it anyway--I think I've gotten a little bolder in the last two and a half years--but that doesn't stop us from still dancing to it at home now and then.
We also considered my very favorite song, "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel, but the tempo didn't feel conducive to slowish dancing, plus it's like a five minute song, and we didn't want the spotlight on just us for quite that long. The tune we ultimately settled on was "You Are the One" by Matt Hires. Here's the story, as I last told it:
On a night in August almost three [now almost four!] summers ago, my brand spanking new fiance and I went to the movies to see Despicable Me. Afterwards, we took pictures in a photo booth (an item I could hence cross off my bucket list) and drove home to my parents' house on starry back roads. Somewhat impulsively, we stopped in the Adoration chapel at my church on the way.
As we got ready to leave, I started the car and rolled down the windows. Instead of getting in, Andrew held out his hand and asked me to dance. I sang along to the music in the CD player, and just like that, we had our wedding song.So there you have it. Never did I think I'd be some kind of Taylor Swift-ish parking lot dancer, but I cherish that night, and if I think about it, our wedding was actually our second dance to that song. Thanks, Grace, for indulging my curiosity. I love reading these sweet stories! And off I go to snoop on, snoopers.