Here is part of my speech - the passage I read from Corelli's Mandolin:
"Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And it is when it subsides that you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so intertwined together that is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all of the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
Me reading to the Big Ol' Crybaby.
(the rest of my photos aren't working right now - stupid crappy internet connection. Pictures of the gorgeous bride and Fluffy Groom later!)
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