dance.

Dance with me.

The Oklahoma sky is our dance floor, and all we've ever known as home. Dance with me in the waning light of evening, on the edge of a new year. Dance with me in December like it's a summer night, hot and sticky, quiet, except for the hum of locusts buzzing in the trees. Quiet except for the swishing of my dress and the soft beat of my heart. Dance with me. This sky, our dance floor and the sunset,

        our song.

{More of this sweet couple coming very soon!}