After Forty-Five Years Apart, a Pastor Married His High School Sweetheart
“I take you, Thomas, to be my lawful husband.”
Wade stepped up and opened the box, passing me the simple gold band we’d picked up at the local jeweler two days earlier.
I slid the ring onto her finger, easing it carefully past the swollen knuckle.
Helen took a black fountain pen out of her breast pocket and laid the marriage certificate on the wooden altar table.
“Sign on the bottom witness line, Wade,” Helen said.
“I’ll take the second one.”