"I thought it was fitting."
He runs his finger along my jaw and whispers, "It is very fitting."
He reaches for my hand as his eyes move to our linked fingers and when he looks back up at me, I see everything I am feeling looking back at me.
"From a damaged, lost soul to having you as my wife, I will be forever grateful. I love you, Ember."
"Not damaged. Beautifully damaged, Trace. And I love you, husband."
And then he kisses me.