Caleb
I finished my vows eleven days before the ceremony, later than I'd intended given how much earlier the others had apparently settled on their words, but exactly when they finally felt true rather than merely correct. I'd spent weeks drafting something precise, something that would hold up to the same rigorous standard I applied to clinical documentation, only to discover, somewhere around draft nine, that precision wasn't actually what this particular occasion required.
I read the final version aloud to myself in my study that night, testing the words against the emotion I actually wanted them to carry.
*I spent a decade building walls specifically designed to keep me safe from exactly this kind of vulnerability. You didn't tear them down, Becky. You simply made me realize I'd bui
