The day had come–but anyone who knew them (or had spent five minutes with them) knew that they would end up together. Mike kind, supportive with the true type of gaze that only looked at Ari. Something in his eyes lit when she was in view. He smiled a certain smile that only her presence prompted. Ari gracious and gentle and compassionate to all she met. Truly a pair made for one another.
Back in the wooded area and on the white porch that seemed tucked away from the world, they were. Alone. Taking each moment, each second that passed to remember this day. Every once in a while a soft breeze danced gently around them. As if part of their celebration. The open air gazebo held flowers and birds alike. Under the old willow they proclaimed their love and devotion to one another in front of white chairs filled with family and friends. And as the sun slipped below the tree line and rain clouds rolled in the day ended.
But a new section, new chapter–
That had just begun.