I took a deep breath and began, “I, Sienna Koch, take you, Salvatore DiMarco, to be my husband. I promise to be faithful to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life.” I said the words, feeling how big this moment was.
Salvatore sighed and then smiled at me. A real smile, one of those that he rarely showed, and a smile that told me that he would do everything in his power to fulfill those vows. I smiled back, because I would do the same.
"What God joins together, let no one put asunder," the bishop proclaimed, and Sal's hand squeezed mine tenderly. A silent, soft reassurance that we were in this together, from now on, it was us against the world. “The rings,” the bishop continued.
Frederick was in charge of the rings
