I leaned my face against his. "I take you, to have and to hold, and to love and to cherish," I told him, my throat so thick I could barely say the words. "For better and for worse. In sickness and health, and in poverty and in wealth. Whatever name you bear and whatever road you choose, I will be with you, and I will never forsake you. You're mine, and I'm yours, for as long we both shall live."
