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Brandon
I’m getting married to the woman I love, and I’m the happiest I’ve ever felt. Sunlight pours into the room from the open curtains, and the chirping of birds sounds so beautiful.
I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie, and I can’t help but smile at the reflection staring back at me. My suit fits perfectly, and I feel like the luckiest man in the world.
“Daddy, you look like a prince!” Alessa exclaims as she runs into the room, her eyes wide with admiration. She’s holding her little sister, since they’re basically inseparable by now.
Alessa is dressed in a beautiful white dress. Her hair is packed up in a ponytail, and her excitement is palpable.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I say, bending down to give both of them a kiss on the forehead. “And you look like a beautiful princess too—both of you.”
Kira, in her little flower girl dress, toddles over and wraps her arms around my leg. I scoop her up and hold her close, her soft giggles a soothing balm to my pre-wedding nerves.
Nathan steps into the room, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He is fully recovered now, but he’s not leaving the Navy SEALs like I did. “Ready, Brandon? It’s almost time.”
I take a deep breath, my heart racing with anticipation. “I’m ready.”
The ceremony is set in a beautiful meadow on the outskirts of Meadowvale, a place that feels magical to me. It is adorned with colorful flowers that sway gently in the breeze.
As I walk toward the altar, I feel a sense of overwhelming love.
I catch a glimpse of Alessa and Kira in the front row with their grandmother, their faces beaming with pride and excitement. Everyone in Meadowvale is here to celebrate with us. My friends from the Navy and Anya’s parents are here as well.
As I stand at the altar, waiting for Anya, my heart swells with love. The guests finally rise, and I see her walking down the aisle, her arm linked with her father’s. She looks breathtaking in her elegant lace gown, and the sight of her takes my breath away.
When she reaches the altar, her father kisses her cheek. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.
“Thank you, Dad,” she replies, her eyes welling up with tears.
I take her hand. “You look stunning, Anya,” I murmur.
“And you look incredibly handsome,” she replies, beaming. Her eyes bore into mine.
The priest begins to speak, his voice a gentle murmur in the background as we exchange vows.
“Anya, you have given me a life beyond my wildest dreams. You are an amazing mother to our precious daughters and the most incredible friend, always there to listen and support me through the ups and downs of my life. Your intelligence, kindness, and beauty never cease to amaze me. You are also so courageous and hardworking. I promise to always be by your side, to treasure and safeguard you, and to love you every day for the rest of my life.”
Her voice trembles as she recites her vows. “Brandon, you are my rock, my partner, and my greatest love. I saw your unwavering determination and bravery when you were protecting our country. I promise to support you, to laugh with you, and to love you unconditionally, for as long as we both shall live.”
With the exchange of rings, we seal our promises, and we’re declared husband and wife.
I lean in and kiss her, and the world around us fades away.
The sound of joyous celebration fills the air, blending with the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. The sun bathes us in its golden light, casting a warm glow over everything.
Anya pulls back from the kiss, her eyes filled with tears of happiness, and I can't help but feel overwhelmed by the love that radiates between us.
As we walk down the aisle together, husband and wife, I feel a sense of peace settling over me. This is where I belong, by Anya's side, ready to face whatever challenges come our way. With her love and support, I know we can conquer anything.
The first half of the reception is a blur of laughter, food, and heartfelt toasts. And then the music begins.
Anya and I share our first dance under a canopy of twinkling fairy lights, the melody of our favorite song Cheek to Cheek, weaving through the air. I hold her close, my eyes never leaving hers.
“I love you, Mrs. Jackson,” I whisper, peering deep into her eyes.
“I love you too, Mr. Jackson,” she replies, blushing.
As we sway to the music, Anya leans in closer, her voice soft. “Brandon, there’s something I need to tell you.”
