Page 72 of Three Days To Fall In Love

Nathan appears beside us. “Look,” he points. “Gran’s on the dance floor.”

I look over at his grandmother, in her eighties, dancing away.

“She hasn’t gotten on the dance floor since Grandad died ten years ago,” he continues.

I glance over at Nathan, his face softened.

I squeeze Nathan’s arm, smiling at the sight.

“Should we hit the photo booth?” he asks.

“Yessss, let’s go!” Nataly drags me, laughter spilling from her lips.

We suit up in all the wacky props—cowboy hats, oversized sunglasses—and pose, laughing until our sides hurt. Nataly adores photos, cherishes them, and this is her playground.

We exit the booth, and Nate strolls over.

“Well, you’ve been having fun,” I grin.

He chuckles. “It’s been a good floor, what can I say?”

“I never would’ve thought I’d see you dancing.Ever.” I admit, laughing.

“Well, after twenty-five years together it seems that I still have some surprises up my sleeve,” he teases.

“It sure does seem so,” I murmur, resting my head on his shoulder, arm wrapped around his.

I watch our daughter whirl among friends. They did the Harlem Shake as their first dance, and I think even one of the groomsmen has sweaty knees right now.

Who knew knees could sweat like that?

But what fills me with wonder is seeing the fruits of our marriage: love reflected in our daughter, her happiness, her new beginning. She’s always loved our love story—and now she’s living her own, with a man I’m proud to call my son-in-law.

I close my eyes for a moment, letting it sink in. The music, the laughter, the love… God’s hand in everything.

I’m so excited to see the stories God will continue to write—in our lives and others.

For now, I’ll simply soak up this one perfect, joy-filled part of His story.