When you see her nothing else matters besides her smile and the way her eyes catch yours. When she begins to stride towards you, her father wrapped around her harm, that's when your heart stops beating. You almost want to turn to Harry and ask him to make sure you are still alive but you don't want to miss this moment.

Instead you just stare at her and she stares at you and you are pretty sure several centuries have passed and all you've done is peered into the eyes of an angel and for whatever reason that is enough.

When he hands her over to you, reality sets in. This is it: your life is waiting, with arms wide open. It's like being sorted into Gryffindor and winning the House Cup and securing a Quidditch victory and destroying a Horcrux all at once. But not even. Nothing will ever compare.

When you begin to recite your vows, you are too afraid to do anything but look at her. What is she vanishes? What if you look back and it's just Aunt Muriel there and you realize it's just some twisted dream. When she begins her own vows, you wish yours were more poetic. She makes you sound like prince charming and you only wish you could be that for her.

When you say "I do" everything shifts. You feel Harry pat you on the back and you know what he means; it is okay. It is more than okay. It is fantastic. A trio went from a duo, and dammit you got the girl.

When she leans in, you can't help it. You pick her up and spin her around, kissing your bride as if your life depends on it (it might as well). When it's over you set her down and turn towards the crowd; just about everyone you've ever loved and cared for is there. You feel like flying. You are on a mental high. You can't wipe the smile off your face.

When she smiles at you, you grin back looking like a fool. Then you take your first steps together as husband and wife.

When you walk down the aisle it sets in; this, my ginger friend, is the first day of your life. Enjoy it.