those of the birds singing and the leaves rustling in the crisp mountain air. The sun is high in the sky, its rays glinting golden off the snow-topped summit of Gleam Peak.
I’m wearing a silk glittery empire-waist strapless gown with a small trail that I still can’t believe we could find locally and in such a short notice, and my Wyatt is looking extra yummy and dapper in a fine dark blue suit with a silk tie that matches my dress.
I thought I would do my hair in a simple bun gathered at my nape, but Wyatt said he wanted me to wear it down, so I straightened my curls and styled them by myself in long tumbling waves that fall down my back.
It’s been three days since we found each other on that road and Wyatt’s been going crazy that we couldn’t marry sooner, but we couldn’t get a license over the weekend no matter how many people Mike and his wife bothered and so we had to wait until today.
Thank God, a Colorado issued marriage license doesn’t have a waiting period. It took us less than twenty minutes to get the ball rolling and we will be filing it later in the afternoon to make our marriage legal.
We used the weekend to look for wedding clothes and for a tripod for my camera and asked Livvie to help us throw a small party for tonight to share our joy with them, a few of Wyatt’s co-workers, Mr. Beck and a couple of childhood friends I spent the last few weeks before my move reconnecting with, but we wanted no one other than ourselves here today.
We lost so much, we wanted for this moment to belong to us only. There are no witnesses and no officiant, we decided that we wanted to be the ones to solemnize our own marriage and we wrote simple vows together while cuddling and kissing on the oversized hanging porch swing that Wyatt built himself on the cabin’s huge wraparound deck. The swing he built for me, for us to cuddle on, even if he didn’t remember why he felt like he needed to do it.
Now our hands are entwined and we’re looking in each other’s eyes, ready to start our perfect private ceremony and I’m so happy, my heart is like a little bird trapped in my throat.
Wyatt strokes his fingers over mine, clears his throat and smiles down at me.
“Kenna Davis, you were the part of my soul I didn’t know was lost and you are my everything now.
I’ve longed for you every day no matter what I remembered, no matter what I forgot, and I always will.
I choose you to be mine always. I choose to be your husband in every way, to love you, and to grow old with you,” he tells me, his deep voice heavy with emotion.
He reaches in his pocket for the simple white gold wedding band we picked only yesterday and slowly pushes it over my finger in front of my engagement ring, then his lips fall on it in a fleeting, tender kiss that melts me into a puddle as tears roll down my cheeks and my hands start to shake.
“You are my heart and my joy and with these words, you are my wife. I love you, babydoll. To the edge of eternity, you are my forever, always, I promise.”
My lips are trembling and I can barely speak, he squeezes my hand in his much larger one and smiles at me encouragingly, tears shining in his loving dark eyes.
I take a breath and start to say my vows to him as I hold onto his fingers.
“Wyatt Ridge, you were the part of my soul I couldn’t bear to forget and you are my world now. I’ve longed for you every day no matter what I feared, no matter where you were and I always will. I choose you to be mine always. I choose to be your wife in every way, to love you, and to grow old with you.”
My voice shakes with all my love for him as I speak, but it never falters.
I can feel his big muscular body shaking as I lean into him to retrieve the much thicker wedding ring from his other pocket and he grins down at me.
I slip his wedding band on his finger and kiss it.
“You are my heart and my joy and with these words, you are my husband. I love you, Wyatt.