“It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside,”

So the song goes. That song. “The” song. “Your Song.” Our song. From the first time I complained about the cover and you assured me the original songwriter blessed the rendition, to the next two and a half hours on that flight I spent listening, meditating on its sound as well as your sound advice, “with an attitude like that, you’ll never experience anything new.” So I tried something new, and so here we are. Hello, Katie.

You first shined in my world like moonlight.

Melodic and delightful, but it wasn’t until I finally looked up that I saw the twinkle in your eye; graceful, yet mysterious, closer to mischievous. It was in that moment I realized everything around us became shrouded in the fantastical and whimsical.

You entwined within my life like the sunlight.

The mystery forever remains, but as our days together grew, without first realizing it, slowly and steadily, everything became vibrant, delicate, and tangible, froth with vibrant colors overlaid to the tune of rich, detailed textures. Images soon gave way to meanings. Adventures became moments became memories, now woven into what is becoming our family history.

You have become so precious to me that the word “precious” has lost its meaning…

…because you made everything in my life, now “our” life, so precious that I don’t even know what the word is to describe the phenomena. I hope it falls under “love’s” domain. If not, it should. In fact, if love was so blind that it forgot this aspect, we’re including it. So decreed, with your permission, of course.

I love you, Kathryn Marie

I do. I don’t even know after that. I lost the words a long time ago. I suppose that is the point, to surrender all, so the Good Book alludes. You’ve become the culmination of everything I have learned, experienced, and cherished. I only now realize in hindsight that all I ever really was doing with my life was discovering you. The only thing I can ever try to do from this point on is hold on tight, and try to enjoy every possible moment. The old story was right, “buy the ticket, take the ride.

And so I Thank You for this, that, and everything. For yesterday, today, and the days to come, as many as were fortunate to have.

Now with your permission,

“I, Nathan, take you, Kathryn, to be my wedded wife, and I do promise and covenant, before God and these witnesses, to be your loving and faithful husband, in plenty and want, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live.”

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