Today we were married. To the outsider, it may have appeared to be a fairy tale. But I can tell you it was not. You're not a prince. And I'm certainly no princess. There were no choruses of woodland creatures. No trolls standing guard at the door. No dragons had to be slain. And I didn't lose my shoe once (though I did snag it on the lace of my dress and almost trip down the aisle).
You see, fairy tales, though magnificent in nature, are just that--tales. Today was real. More real than I could have ever dreamed. I felt the music in my soul. I felt the love and excitement of our guests rush through me and overwhelm me to tears. I felt the sturdy support of my father's arm, as I clung to it one last time as his daughter who belonged to no one but him. I felt the peaceful acceptance of the mountains for what was taking place on the other side of the glass. I felt so many things. But my thoughts were on you, and only you. I've never been so in love. The way you looked at me as you recited your vows meant more than any words you could have said.
Today you gave yourself to me, and I to you. You became my husband and my companion of which any princess would be jealous.