
Since I’m fairly open about my choice for chastity and my lifetime of good and bad decisions regarding romance, many people know that I made a decision to save myself for marriage. Yes, shockingly, I was a 31-year-old virgin on the day of my wedding. So, after the wedding, even the morning after, I got a few strange looks from friends and family who wondered, and some dared to ask, “Was it worth the wait?” Simply put…ABSOLUTELY. It was better than I ever could have imagined. Let me explain why. No DetailsI’m sorry to disappoint the curious folk, but I won’t shed any details about what happened between Michael and me once we got back home on our wedding night (yep, we shared our first night in our home). That is a treasured memory for Michael and me alone to savor, and we will…for the rest of our lives. However, I will give you some background and blog-appropriate information that might help you understand why every day, hour, minute and second of my single years, waiting for Michael, was incredibly worth it! No Other Dance
I love to dance and have done it quite a bit in my life, from dance classes, hundreds of dance team practices, swing dancing and randomly jiving around my house. But, no other dance can even begin to compare with the most amazing dance of my life. For both Michael and me, the best dance ever happened the night of our wedding, at the reception. It wasn’t our first dance actually…it was our last. We decided to leave the reception after one last dance together to a special song by an oldies group, The Drifters, entitled, “Save the Last Dance for Me.” Here are some of the lyrics. Read more »