Permanent, timeless, immutable, eternal. The chapel reeks of changelessness and constancy. It’s beauty is profound, with stained glass and stone from times long past. I imagine a French king married his paramour in secret inside these walls. Although I dress in modern attire, the mood and feel of this rite is as ancient as the stones we stand on.
The priest speaks in a language that seems appropriate for centuries long buried, but befitting this aged church and the way Billy and I conceive our marriage. He speaks of obedience, loyalty, submission to my husband … of fidelity and trust.
I vow to honor, love, obey and serve him, to be subject to his will, accept his counsel and adhere to the rule of law he imposes for our mutual benefit… to accept his discipline with a cheerful heart.
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