At Our Daughter's Wedding, He Danced With Her Instead

Synopsis

At our daughter's wedding, my husband danced the first dance with the woman he used to partner. I taught our daughter that dance on the kitchen floor when she was nine, with a plaster on one heel, counting out loud. It was not the first time he decided my knee had had enough. It was the first time our daughter agreed with him out loud. I did not answer. I sat down on the edge of the stage and unlaced both shoes. Ask me why I have worn the same pair for twenty-one years.