Know when to hold ’em. Know when to fold ’em.

In the last few days, My Guy and I have been finalizing the music for our wedding. The best part? The groom’s dance with his mama.

My Guy asked his mom what song she’d like to dance to. She thought on it. And then she decided: “You Light up my Life” by Debby Boone.

Whatever makes Mama happy. That’s fine.

Except that My Guy didn’t really know the song, so he YouTubed it and looked up the lyrics.

“You light up my days and fill my nights with song.”

Umm?

My Guy called his mom back, and she answered the phone by proclaiming, “We can’t dance to that song! I looked up the lyrics!”

But she had a back-up: “Sunrise, Sunset” from Fiddler on the Roof.

Whatever makes Mama happy. That’s fine.

Except that My Guy didn’t really know that song either, so he YouTubed it and looked up the lyrics.

And then he felt like slitting his wrists.

Now, he’s trying to convince his mom that a little Kenny Rogers is more appropriate and less suicide-inducing. He’s pushing “Through the Years.”

Personally? I’m holding out for “The Gambler.” But whatever makes Mama happy.