I get through our vows with her holding my hand.
When we’re done, and I hear him say you may kiss the bride, a kiss isn’t enough.
I reach down, scoop her ripe, round body up, our other three kids squealing and clapping as they stand in their fancy clothes in the front pew. I hold my bride against me and practically run out of the church, ready to take on the rest of our lives.
As husband and wife.
Everything is perfect.