I sunk to my knees at the altar, standing before the priest. I closed my eyes as he lightly splashed me with holy water, praying on me. My bride was standing as she watched, clutching her bouquet.

I opened my eyes, a serious expression on my face as the old man read from his bible. I was to be a protector, a provider, a father, and a good husband to my wife.

I stood back up and licked my thumb. I walked to my wife and rubbed it against her lips.

“May our souls…tie together through God…”

I made a cross sign on my body with the holy water to appease the priest. My dark blue eyes bored into hers.

“Be the wife God intended you to be for me.”