Though no words on this day could be more important to Sarah than the vows they had recently spoken, what Peter was saying now ranked just as high in its own unique way. Tears formed before she could stop them and, for once, she didn't make a disparaging sound or grimace at herself, because this was joy at its purest. She simply raised a hand to wipe them away to see again, grateful for the wonders of makeup and a little magic, then slid her arms around his neck and she kissed him. Though unhurried, it was fierce, as vibrant and real as her feelings for him, a love that continued to grow every day.
It was only when his arms were securely around her in return, and she needed to take a breath, that she broke off the kiss and spoke.
"No matter where we are, home for me is right here," she shifted slightly, "in your arms. That day, I knew what it was to really belong, even if I didn't understand that right away. We complete each other because we were meant to." And she believed that entirely, for it was greater than any one act of a higher powered being.
Someone called to them, something about the pictures, but she waved a hand no one could see anyway, as if brushing off an annoyance, and kissed him again. They could all wait a few more minutes, she intended to have a few more moments with her husband.