The Exchange
With the grace of a violinist in symphony, Noellee emerged from the obfuscating wall, finally laying eyes upon her groom. As their gazes met, any notion of a rehearsed entrance receded into the shadows, giving way to beams of radiance emanating from 2 smiles ablaze with euphoria, and an entire hall in consensus.
Neither seemed capable of shrouding the agony of waiting for the trek across the crimson carpeted hall to end, but their patience was rewarded at the feet of Noellee’s groom, halted by his infinite gratitude towards her brother, and his ardent embrace of his bride. Lost in each other’s arms, they managed to gather their wits, and the ceremony was officially underway.
Containment was nearly impossible and proved truly overwhelming at intervals, but the support that flowed automatically when sheer joy spilled over to quiver knees and voices affirmed their grasp on the true meaning of marriage. Embodied in a reassuring embrace, it was the familiar place that they would yearn for in times of superlative joy, sorrow and all that life may throw their way as their years together piled on. No matter what came, they would face it together. Contemplative and deliberate, the hour’s couple fearlessly affirmed their love for each other, swearing to the continuation and welcoming the evolution of their romance. Vows were exchanged, and for the first time as husband and wife, their lips met, and the hall erupted in celebration.