May 14, 2009

"Do you, Oliver Martyn John Phelps take this woman to be your wife?"

"I do," Oliver smiled at Lark.

"And do you Miss Lark Marie..."

"Honey, of course I do, now let's just pronounce us husband and wife, okay?" Lark said quickly.

The crowd laughed.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride," the preacher said smiling.

As they kissed, Lark could hear her mother crying.

They broke apart and smiled at each other.

"I give you Mr. And Mrs. Phelps!"

Lark smiled the biggest smile possible as she walked past everyone.

She was so happy. Her family was there, Julie, Sierra, James. All of them. It was great.

Lark had waited her whole life for this moment and she couldn't have found a better husband.