In the years it takes to double our lifetimes from the onset of our days as silly teenagers, I'll watch you profess your love and devotion to a lucky gentleman with a handlebar mustache on the banks of the Rio Grande, ablaze and glowing with the heat of the fall desert sun. Your beautiful and brilliantly white dress, shimmering and dancing with each affectionate word you utter in the direction of impending and hopeful days, your relentless tears waging cyclonic wars behind the barriers of your reinforced but dampened eyes. Every word, a promise, every syllable a solemn prayer. And I'll bear witness to such an intimate moment, reveling in the gratitude that throughout the years, throughout every crazy decision we've made in our own lives we've kept the path back to each other uncluttered enough to walk it.
Congratulations to my beautiful friend, for cultivating such a beautiful day in unforgettable celebration of such a beautiful life and partnership.