Last night in the blazes just before sundown, Michelle and Joel said "I do." There were tears from him as he made vows to her. She smiled brightly through hers. When pronounced husband and wife they kissed as most do, repeating it sweetly between hugs of beloved friends.
If only I were a romantic I could come up with something about feeling moved by a true feeling of rejoicing in their happiness and love and steadfastness, the kind where there's no reason to hold your breath. Two is better than one, love never ends, the rabbi and priest mentioned these things.
I love you. You are a blessing to me. Mazeltov.