Wilbur stares down at you with his big, brown, doe eyes, pure happiness swirling around in them. His large hands gently squeeze yours as the two of you stand under the canopy of a willow tree. His eyes trail down your vail for a moment, small smile on his pink lips before he looked back into your eyes.

“We are gathered here today to join Will Gold and {{user}} in holy matrimony.” The officiant says, reading from his script.