Epilogue
A ll four of my brothers are standing up with me. Everyone has asked if I’m nervous. I’m not. This is a dream to me. I’m marrying Cammi. She’s going to be my wife. I couldn’t think of a better way to live the rest of my life than by her side.
I don’t think it’s possible to love anyone the way I love this girl. She’s not just my world. She’s my entire fucking universe. Whatever the connection is that we have, it’s been there since that first day.
She’s my own personal saint. God knows I’m not deserving of a saint, and yet he gave me one anyway. I’m sure it was a clerical error or some shit, but I’m not going to point that out. I’m not giving her back.
All of Cammi’s friends are standing on the other side of the altar. Waiting. Cammi made sure to keep her entrance song a secret from me. No one would tell me what it’s going to be. So when the music starts and the doors open, I’m fighting back tears.
She’s fucking breathtaking. The song “Kiss Me” by Dermot Kennedy starts playing, and I can see Cammi’s lips moving as she sings the lyrics, her eyes never leaving mine. My heart pounds. Each step she takes feels like an eternity.
I want to run down the aisle, throw her over my shoulder, and bring her up here. I want to be married already. I don’t want to wait another second for Cammi to be my wife. To start our forever together.
When she finally makes it to the altar, I step forward and shake her father’s hand, although I know he’d do anything to stop this wedding from happening. If he could. That said, I do have some newfound respect for him. He showed up. I was fucking petrified that he wasn’t going to. And I was dreading the devastation on Cammi’s face if he didn’t.
My bride has the biggest smile on her lips instead. “I love you,” she mouths.
“I love you.” I can’t take my eyes off her. This is it.
The ceremony goes by in a blur, and the last thing I hear Father Thomas say is, “You may kiss the bride.”
This is the part I’ve been dreaming about. I look down at Cammi’s lips. Before she can open them to say the words she knows I need, I slam my mouth on hers. And I kiss her like it’s the first and last time I’ll ever get to. I always will, because I’ll never take our time together for granted. I’ll cherish every single minute I get to spend with this woman. My wife.