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“Chance.” I pause, drawing in a breath. “I chose you all those years ago, and I never stopped loving you. You complete me in a way I can’t describe, and today I invite you to share my life, our son’s life. I—” I choke back a sob.
Chance squeezes my hand.
“I love you, Chance. I’ve always loved you. You are strong and compassionate and so pure of heart.” I pause a moment as Mom hands me the wedding band. “I give you this ring as a symbol of our eternity together. You’re my love, my light, my soul.” I place the ring on Chance’s finger. “Our love is never ending, like the circle of this ring.”
Tears flow down my cheeks, but it’s okay. I’m finished.
“Lovely,” the officiant says. “I now pronounce all of you husband and wives. You may kiss!”
Chance grabs me, crushes his lips to mine.
And everyone else fades away as I kiss my husband for the first time.
