I was standing in Bovee’s Meadow on the shores of Lake Crescent, surrounded by people in costumes that masked their faces. After an entire day of rain, the full moon was finally breaking through the clouds to impart its peculiar brand of silver magic to the scene.
I was reading from a paper I could barely see through my tears, and my sword hung heavy at my side as, across from me, a stunning sorcerous recited her bewitching words back to me.
She already had my heart, but that night, I gave her my life as well. It’s a decision I’ve never once regretted.
Happy 13th Anniversary, My Love. My fervent prayer tonight is that we’ll see our son this happy when he’s our age.