As the officiant began to speak the words that would bind us together, I glanced around at the faces of our friends and family. I could see the mixed emotions in their eyes, the pity and sympathy, as if they were witnessing a tragedy rather than a joyous union. It stung, but I focused on the love that radiated from the man sitting beside me, the man with whom I was about to share my life.
Then, just as I was about to slip the ring onto his finger, something unexpected happened. There was a stirring among the guests, a rustle of movement and whispering. Confused, I looked up and saw him pushing himself up from his wheelchair. My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, I thought I was dreaming.
