More gifts than we could fit in our car.
Dollar dance money bulging from the silky drawstring bag.
All of it is a blur. But there is one moment from my wedding night that is clearer than a shiny coat of high gloss varnish. My new husband and I sat in the middle of a cushy bed at our cushy resort, holding hands and staring deep into each other’s eyes, ready to share what our dream life would be. A million bucks in the bank? A three-story villa in Cabo? Traveling the globe?
“Let’s live our life based on music and art,” he said.