The photographer snapped his shot of them feeding one another a piece of wedding cake. "There's one for Ma's scrapbook," joked Daniel, blinking the flash out of his eyes, wiping some vanilla icing from the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

He couldn't believe it, even as he was standing there in the middle of that reality. He was married. The intelligent, beautiful woman standing beside him was his wife.

Picking up his glass of champagne, he looked at Amanda and toasted, "To the woman I'll be waking up to each morning, and meeting every night in my dreams."