The Beginning

Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved a boy.  And, by some super stroke of fortune, he loved her back.  And despite some major stress and anxiety on the girl's part as to whether or not they should be together, she persevered through her fretting while holding fast to her answer that he was exactly the right person and they were in exactly the right place.

A fairly short engagement followed, and as the wedding day loomed, she reminded herself over and over again that she was doing the right thing and he was the right choice.   The day of the marriage dawned beautiful and bright and as they waited together in the temple to go and be married and sealed together for time and all eternity, all of the confusion and doubts and worries disappeared from the girl's mind and she KNEW that she was in the right place with the right person.

The rest of the day fluttered by in a sequence of beautiful skies, gorgeous flowers, picture taking, and reception-ing.  The boy and girl were happy to see so many friends and family members turn out to show their love and support, and at the end of the day, they drove off happy and in love and enormously grateful that they had each other.  Because love is a beautiful thing.

{Rest assured that the day wasn't COMPLETELY perfect -- the boy caught a violent stomach bug (or food poisoning, they were never quite sure which) at some point during the past day or two and spent the majority of their wedding night curled up on the floor in the bathroom and puking out his guts.  Thankfully, this episode was not an ominous foreshadowing for their life together after the honeymoon was over.}