“Iris Smith,” Christian says quietly, taking my left hand in his and looking directly into my eyes. “You are, without a doubt, the love of my life. I have been overwhelmed, every day of my life – with you present in it and not – by your beautiful soul, your grace, your strength, and your courage. Your incredible spirit –“
His voice breaks here and he glances down at the floor, pulling himself together, and my heart leaps into my throat, my eyes lining with tears.
“That spirit,” Christian continues, shaking his head and returning his eyes to mine, “has gotten me through more than you know, and I won’t survive without you by my side. Please, Iris – please give me the great honor of calling you my wife.”
I just stare at him, tears slipping down my cheeks, wondering if this is all a dream.
