I didn’t deserve her. Standing there, hearing her speak, I knew she was so much more than I deserved and exactly what I needed. She
completed me in every way.
She took a deep breath and continued, “I promise to love you a little bit more each and every day. I promise to hold your hand, even when we’
re old and frail. I vow that no matter what life hands us, I will stand by your side, ready and willing to face the challenges that lie ahead.
I will always try to make you laugh and promise to share my dessert with you—maybe.” Her lip curved into a small smile, and she laughed which
only made her more beautiful.
“But more than anything, Logan, I promise you will always have me. All of me. Everything I have is yours. You are my family, my future and my
forever.”
I wanted to kiss her. I’d never wanted to kiss her more, but before I had the chance, a throat was clearing again and it was my turn. My turn
to pledge myself to this woman. For eternity, and I couldn’t wait.
“I should have gone first. I should have gone first because I can barely speak after that. I’ve forgotten everything I was going to say. You
rendered me speechless and I have been in a constant state of awe since the moment I looked into these mystically green eyes. You bewitch me,
captivate me, and propel me to be a better person. I was an empty shell until you showed me what love was.”
I had written vows, and memorized them. It had taken me days, and I done nothing this morning but pace my hotel room reciting them. And now,
nothing. I was just a rambling, gushing mess of words. But, it wasn’t pretty speeches and memorization that made a vow. It was what came from
the heart, and suddenly forgetting my page-long vows didn’t seem so bad.
“I promise to always make you pizza whenever you want. I will never leave the house without first kissing you goodbye and promising chocolate
on my return. I will always put you and Maddie first in my life—you two are my life. I vow to spend every day of my life proving to you that
the promises you just made to me were worth it—that we’re worth it. I promise to always play the guitar for you when you have trouble falling
asleep. I will never sweat the small stuff or allow the sun to set with anger in our bed.” I gave Tom a meaningful look and he nodded.
Repeating the words she said to me, I said, “You are my family, my future and my forever….and I will walk with you wherever this crazy road
called life may take us.”
Her hands tightened around mine and tiny tears trickled down her cheek. I reached up and gently wiped them away.
“Now that Clare and Logan have said their vows, they will now exchange rings. Rings are a symbolic representation of the love between a
husband and wife. As a ring has no beginning or end, your lives are now joined in one unbroken circle, for love that is given comes back around
again. May these rings you exchange today always remind you of the vows you have taken today and of the promises that have been made.”
We had no ring bearer, so Colin and Leah served as our official keeper of the rings. Leah stepped forward and handed Clare my ring, and gave us
a teary eyed wink.
Clare took the ring in her right hand and positioned it over my ring finger before saying, “With this ring, I give you my heart, soul and
unending love. With this ring, I marry you.”
She slipped the cool platinum band down my ring finger, and our eyes locked. It slid into place and I felt like a missing piece of my soul had
just returned.
Colin tapped my shoulder and handed me the ring that I would place on Clare’s finger. It was simple and handmade to match her antique wedding
engagement ring. Repeating the same process, I took her left hand and positioned the ring and said, “ With this ring, I give you my heart,
soul and unending love. With this ring, I marry you.”
Her eyes followed my movements as I slid her wedding ring down her slim finger.
“Now that they have recited vows and exchanged rings, I only have one thing left to do,” the minister said and I grinned.
“You have made lifelong promises of love and faithfulness today, sealing yourselves to each other for all the days of your life. By the power
vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
Turning to me, who was no doubt grinning like a fool, he said, “You may now kiss your bride.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I closed the small gap that separated us and kissed my wife. Our lips met and, like every time I kissed
Clare, it felt like the first time. I wove my fingers into her hair and deepened our kiss, forgetting that there were about fifteen people
around us, including my brand new mother-and father-in-law.
Better save some of that for later.
I reluctantly pulled away, just enough that our foreheads still touched, and I could feel her damp cheeks against mine.
Laughing slightly, our minister said, “May I introduce, for the first time, Mr. And Mrs. Logan Matthews!”
I liked the sound of that.
Clare
I was really starting to regret the idea of a reception.
I loved my family and friends, but honestly…I wanted them all gone. Now.