Jim rolled back and forth from his heels to his toes. God, was he supposed to be this nervous? It was the bride who was supposed to be nervous, not him. To be fair, he'd been waiting for this moment for a long time, and not just "this moment," but this moment with this girl. This lovely, creative, funny, cute, beautiful, wonderful girl. He hadn't been paying much attention, due to nerves, but when everyone in the room stood up, his heart nearly flew out of his chest. He beamed before she even emerged, but when she did, it was all he could do not to run down the aisle and kiss her right then and there. She was beaming, and God, when Pam Beesly smiled, really smiled, Jim Halpert was a goner. He smirked back at her and winked, trying not to show how nervous he was. He shook her father's hand enthusiastically, and then took her small, shaky hands in his, and leaned in to kiss her, letting his lips fall on her cheek.

"Hey, not yet!" She giggled, playfully smacking at his chest.

"I couldn't wait." He smiled.

"Well it took an entire team of people to get my make up perfect, so try not to wipe it all off please."

"You look…wonderful." Jim said. "With or without makeup." He believed this to be true, but she certainly was shining a little brighter today, due to the wedding. Her hair was let down in loose curls that framed her face, and her eyelids shimmered when she blinked. Her dress practically made him weak in the knees. It fit her well enough to show off her curves without being tight or giving too much away, but Jim, knowing what hid beneath the layers of white silk and taffeta, could barely keep his hands off of her. No, wonderful wasn't the right word.

"Radiant," he whispered. "You're radiant."

Radiant in her beauty, and in the way her smile lit up a room. Radiant in the way her art always amazed him. Radiant in how she could make secretary clothes seem so damn sexy. But most of all, radiant in that she was Jim's sun, moon and stars. Oh yes, Pamela Morgan Beesly Halpert was radiant.