Wedding

They are a young shy couple. The wedding ceremony is simple. Many people have come -- almost 200. Ten more in the wedding party -- standing up for them on the beautiful day.

The prayers, commentary and vows are complete and it is their turn to say something to each other. He goes first. Normally very quiet, his voice is clear and confident. His words are beautiful and well-thought. She starts to cry at the very first sentence. I almost cry. By the end of his eloquant speech she is gently but visibly shaking and tears slide down her face, eyes and lips smiling, shining, amazed.

It is her turn. Her lips part as if to speak and then close. She takes a deep breath and starts to shake. There is a long pause. Her eyes are still shining. She appears to be overcome not by fear but by a kind of mix of love and wonder and delight. She tries to speak again but no words come. Another long pause.

He leans close to her and says in a very quiet and very loving voice "It is OK. You can just say I love you."

No one else heard him. Not one of those 200 plus ten people.

She smiles and takes a deep even breath and whispers, "I love you."

No one else hears her.

It is their moment.

And that is the moment the wedding was complete.

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