I remember with vivid clarity a single moment of my wedding day. In this moment, I am walking down the aisle and am aware that all eyes are on me. My left arm is uncomfortably positioned around my step-father's elbow as he escorts me, and the dress I am wearing slightly pinches my back. An organ is playing somewhere, but it sounds far away, and I have no recollection of what song announced my approach to the altar. I don't remember my bouquet or what the church looked like, or even who made up the members of the wedding party or where they stood that day. I don't recall my husband's tuxedo or if he seemed nervous when he took my hand. What I do remember, quite clearly, are his eyes. They are deep blue and earnest, and in that moment I saw that he loved me in the purest, most extraordinary way. I hoped my eyes reflected that same love, which is the kind of love I meant when I chose the quote that went on our wedding invitations.