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Our Wedding

I know it’s too soon to be thinking about this.
But with the way we feel about each other; why not?

Fast forward to our wedding day. I have always wanted to get married on a beach, and have the reception on the same beach. So here we are, beautiful day out, cloudless blue sky, sunny, perfect temperature. Our altar is a simple wood platform, and it’s standing right in that spot where the waves blend in with the sand.

You come walking down the makeshift aisle, and stand next to me. As the priest is saying his blessings, all I can think about is how your blue eyes are the color of the sky, and how the gown you are wearing makes you look like an angel.
A tear rolls down our faces as we say the sacred “I do”, and we kiss.
After our wedding, the reception will be in the same spot. There will be no tent to block out our view of the sunset and stars, because the day is so breathtakingly beautiful.
We’ll dance to our slow song in front of all those gathered here, and maybe even sing it to each other.

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