Page 120 of Wish You Faith
As Evan pulled Rosie close to himself and lifted her veil, he could see her shyness about kissing in public—even though among the guests were family and friends. They had discussed this earlier, and Rosie wanted him to keep the kiss short and sweet.
However, Evan felt that it was imperative for him to make a statement.
This is my wife now, and I’m her husband.
Her lips trembled, and her eyes closed as though waiting for Evan to get it over and done with.
Still, Evan couldn’t help but take his time. Ever so gently, he kissed her, supported by a cacophony of cheers and whistles—probably from his side of the family in the front rows.
When Rosie had enough, she lifted her lips to whisper in his ear, “More tonight.”
That satisfied Evan, and he beamed with pride as he interlocked his fingers in hers. They faced the congregation.
“All rise,” Pastor Flores instructed those in attendance. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you Evan and Rosie, husband and wife, our new Mr. and Mrs. Cavanaugh.”
Everyone cheered as Evan put his arm over Rosie’s shoulders, as he liked to do, and Rosie wrapped her arm around his waist, as she liked to do, and they walked happily down the aisle together.
Evan glanced at Rosie. He could see joy on her face and sensed thankfulness in her heart.
I feel the same, love. I feel the same.
Thank You, Jesus.
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