"There were times when I thought this moment was inevitable and there were times that I thought this time would never come," he said. "A lot of things had to go wrong and a lot of things had to go right before we could get here. And let me just tell you, I am so glad that we got here."
"I thought that when I got here, I would have the perfect words to express to you exactly how I feel," she said. "However, as it so often does, perfection eludes me. Because what I feel for you, words can even begin to do justice to."
Their vows were simple and informal, but they were fitting for the nature of their marriage. With only their two sons and unborn daughter present, they said the only things they needed to say in front of the only people they needed there. And afterward, with her in her sleek silver dress and he in his black suit with a silver tie, they headed to a beautiful party held in their honor.
They danced together beneath the white silk tents, the stars and a few candles providing the only lighting. Rather than classically trained musicians, they had elected for a jukebox from their favorite bar. The wife danced with the two sons, while the husband took a turn around the floor with his best friend's daughter. He danced with his mother, her mother, his sister. She danced with her brother as well.
In between the dancing, they smashed cake in each other's faces and forced sparkling liquid down each other's throats. His a cool glass of champagne and hers cider, they went through the only traditions they had chosen to embrace. Finally, once her mother had taken their children and his mother had sent the sleek black limousine for them, husband and wife made their way to her, their, hotel for a night alone.
Her business partner had sent the best house champagne and a basket of rare chocolates and exotic fruits. His business partner had the room filled with luscious flowers and perfectly lit with candles. He watched her in adoration as she removed her dress to reveal a satin white nightgown and then carefully lifted her onto the bed. She reveled in his expert kisses and sensual touches. He writhed under her teasing movements and arousing massages. For hours and hours on end, they made love. Their bodies racked with both pleasure and exhaustion, they finally fell into a deep slumber, woken only by the bright rays of the morning sun's first light.
As they laid in each others arms, he turned to her and said, "I love you, my wife."
And she turned to him and replied back, "I love you, my husband."
