To witness a love like theirs was a gift.
He treated her with care and sincerity. Attentive to her needs, in awe of her beauty. She walked beside him with deep respect at the man of character she was marrying.
Anyone who saw them knew this love wasn’t by chance and didn’t grow at random. It was watered and tended to. Guarded, secured and protected. They had opened the most vulnerable parts of themselves to the other and found peace at the hands their hearts now lay in.
And this was just the beginning.
To see the look they held as they gazed at the other. And not just the enormity and vast beauty of the day…their wedding day…but their eyes told the stories of the days they had lived before and the promise of the days that lay after.
Founded on a Greater Love.
A Deeper Love.
Their love growing because His love flowed through them. This love–every part of it–was a gift. And watching them, studying how it softened, stirred and swelled….well, that was a gift as well…