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.when I knew in my heart I was saying good-bye.Now here I am on Tunnels Beach in Kauai.To my left is the massive emerald mountain some call Bali Hai, and to my right, about fifty yards down the beach, are sixteen of the people I love most.And far in front of me, the warm, turquoise water laps at the coast.It’s my wedding day.Dad is at my side as we stand under a canopy of palm trees.“You know, Christi,” he says, “you told me once that I’d always be the number one man in your life.I think it’s time to change that.”He smiles at me.“It’s okay.I’ll be second.”I smile back.“No.I’ll just have two number one men.”I know now there is room in my heart and my life for all the people who matter to me.No numbering required.One of those sixteen people waiting for me at the end of the beach is Pete.A man who thinks I’m worth it.A man who was so confident after getting to know me he packed up his Chicago life and moved to Phoenix.A man who patiently waited as I worked to heal my emotional baggage.and as I still do.Who supports me, encourages me, and loves me just as I am.As Dad and I hear the violinist begin to string the melody of Sara Evans’s “I Could Not Ask for More,” I step barefoot onto the beach, feeling the grainy sand between my toes.I inhale deeply, smiling at the tropical fragrance of sand and orchids and Pacific waters.And there he is.With each step Pete becomes clearer.He is standing there with an expression that says, “There you are! I’ve been waiting for you!” He reaches out and takes my hand in his as I let go of Dad’s arm.I pass my flowers to Jen, who winks at me.As I glance around, I see Nan, Sam, and Rachel—all with tear-filled eyes and smiles as big as the horizon.I look into the sky and see that some clouds are moving in.We were told that if it rains during the ceremony, it’s actually a wonderful event, signifying abundant blessings for our life together.But let’s be honest, I don’t know if that’s a genuine Hawaiian belief or just a tourist myth they use because it rains like clockwork at this time of day on the north shore.Either way, our officiant begins the ceremony as I stare into Pete’s gorgeous blue eyes.And wouldn’t you know, as the ceremony nears the end and Pete says, “I do,” a light mist starts to fall.Dad moves in and holds an umbrella over us as we read our vows.“I looked up the meaning of your name,” I say.“Peter means ‘rock,’ and that’s exactly what you are to me.You’re my rock.” I tell him he brings passion and peace to my life and that he’ll always be my number one priority.That he’s the love of my life and I’ll make sure he knows that every day for the rest of his.I watch this confident, strong, handsome man pull out a card that he wrote his vows on—which makes us all chuckle.He tells me I’m stunning.That he can’t help but think of the words passion, soul mate, and always when he sees me.He promises to “make every day of our lives as beautiful as this beach and as you are today.”I am so entranced by him I don’t even notice that the rain has stopped and streaks from the sun are peeking back over the horizon.Then it happens.The officiant says, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Pete gently places his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.My heart feels so full I think it will burst open.Right in this moment, I know I am living a miracle.I am surrounded by people I love, and I get to live my life with a man I trust, respect, and love fully and completely.All is right in the world.I get a second chance.One of the most extraordinary moments of the day comes after the ceremony when we’re getting pictures taken, just the two of us.We’re sitting in the sand, and I’m leaning into Pete’s chest.The sun is setting on the horizon next to the mountain, and the waves are gently lapping near our feet.As Pete holds my hand, I relish this moment—staring at him and absorbing the fact that I’m his wife.He’s my husband.Our new adventure has begun.What was is behind us.What is is in front of us [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.when I knew in my heart I was saying good-bye.Now here I am on Tunnels Beach in Kauai.To my left is the massive emerald mountain some call Bali Hai, and to my right, about fifty yards down the beach, are sixteen of the people I love most.And far in front of me, the warm, turquoise water laps at the coast.It’s my wedding day.Dad is at my side as we stand under a canopy of palm trees.“You know, Christi,” he says, “you told me once that I’d always be the number one man in your life.I think it’s time to change that.”He smiles at me.“It’s okay.I’ll be second.”I smile back.“No.I’ll just have two number one men.”I know now there is room in my heart and my life for all the people who matter to me.No numbering required.One of those sixteen people waiting for me at the end of the beach is Pete.A man who thinks I’m worth it.A man who was so confident after getting to know me he packed up his Chicago life and moved to Phoenix.A man who patiently waited as I worked to heal my emotional baggage.and as I still do.Who supports me, encourages me, and loves me just as I am.As Dad and I hear the violinist begin to string the melody of Sara Evans’s “I Could Not Ask for More,” I step barefoot onto the beach, feeling the grainy sand between my toes.I inhale deeply, smiling at the tropical fragrance of sand and orchids and Pacific waters.And there he is.With each step Pete becomes clearer.He is standing there with an expression that says, “There you are! I’ve been waiting for you!” He reaches out and takes my hand in his as I let go of Dad’s arm.I pass my flowers to Jen, who winks at me.As I glance around, I see Nan, Sam, and Rachel—all with tear-filled eyes and smiles as big as the horizon.I look into the sky and see that some clouds are moving in.We were told that if it rains during the ceremony, it’s actually a wonderful event, signifying abundant blessings for our life together.But let’s be honest, I don’t know if that’s a genuine Hawaiian belief or just a tourist myth they use because it rains like clockwork at this time of day on the north shore.Either way, our officiant begins the ceremony as I stare into Pete’s gorgeous blue eyes.And wouldn’t you know, as the ceremony nears the end and Pete says, “I do,” a light mist starts to fall.Dad moves in and holds an umbrella over us as we read our vows.“I looked up the meaning of your name,” I say.“Peter means ‘rock,’ and that’s exactly what you are to me.You’re my rock.” I tell him he brings passion and peace to my life and that he’ll always be my number one priority.That he’s the love of my life and I’ll make sure he knows that every day for the rest of his.I watch this confident, strong, handsome man pull out a card that he wrote his vows on—which makes us all chuckle.He tells me I’m stunning.That he can’t help but think of the words passion, soul mate, and always when he sees me.He promises to “make every day of our lives as beautiful as this beach and as you are today.”I am so entranced by him I don’t even notice that the rain has stopped and streaks from the sun are peeking back over the horizon.Then it happens.The officiant says, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Pete gently places his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.My heart feels so full I think it will burst open.Right in this moment, I know I am living a miracle.I am surrounded by people I love, and I get to live my life with a man I trust, respect, and love fully and completely.All is right in the world.I get a second chance.One of the most extraordinary moments of the day comes after the ceremony when we’re getting pictures taken, just the two of us.We’re sitting in the sand, and I’m leaning into Pete’s chest.The sun is setting on the horizon next to the mountain, and the waves are gently lapping near our feet.As Pete holds my hand, I relish this moment—staring at him and absorbing the fact that I’m his wife.He’s my husband.Our new adventure has begun.What was is behind us.What is is in front of us [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]