ain't no mountain high enough

"If you should fall short of your desires, remember life holds for you one guarantee: you'll always have me."

The tears glistened on Miranda Joy's face as she swayed automatically to the music. It seemed strange to her now that she had been worried about this moment, that she had thought she would feel self-conscious with so many people watching her. But the instant she had begun dancing with her son, she forgot about the people at the reception and embraced the moment.

To be honest, the whole day had been draining for her. Watching her only son marry was tougher than she'd ever expected. Miranda Joy liked her new daughter-in-law. They had met on several occasions and she seemed to be an excellent person that really loved her son. But now that the moment was here, an apprehension had grown in Miranda Joy and she was no longer at ease with the idea of giving her son to this woman.

So when the time for the mother-son dance had come, Miranda Joy was eager to have this moment with her son. And he was beaming. She had never seen him so blissful and content. She felt as if there was something that needed to be said in this moment. Some piece of sage advice or loving anecdote to share before sending her son off to be a husband. But she was too full of anxiety to offer such.

The music played and Miranda Joy tried not to get tears on her son's tuxedo.