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“It’s perfect,” he says. “Absolutely perfect.”

“It’s all I need. Maybe we should skip the second one. I doubt we could top this.”

“I’d be fine with skipping the big production. You’re right. This was absolutely perfect, and you want to know why?”

“Well, yeah.”

Laughing, he says, “Because you’re my wife now.”

“And you’re my husband.”

Our guests start chanting, “Kiss, kiss, kiss.”

Naturally, we’re happy to oblige them.

No question, this is the best day of my life, and I suspect it’s only going to get better from here.