One of the great things about putting together our own playlist for our wedding reception (we just hooked up Dom’s iPod to the hall’s sound system and didn’t have to mess with an egotistical dj taking over our party) is that I have it to play whenever I want. It’s like a time capsule.
I’m making penne with vodka sauce while Sophia dozes in the swing. Dancing around the kitchen with Bella as she wanders in and singing to her. (Some day that’s going to embarrass her. Now she dances with me and asks me to do it again when the song ends.) When I dance out to the dining room to get the vodka, the computer next to Dom is playing a slideshow of wedding pictures and he’s singing along.