"Do you, LaShae Taylor, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband til' death do you part?"
"I do," LaShae proclaimed.
"We now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Micah Jones. You may now kiss the bride."
LaShae looked up into Micah's big brown eyes as he slowly bent down and kissed her.
Micah and LaShae were high school sweethearts and loved each other more than words could express. There was never a moment when they weren't thinking about each other. It was like this throughout high school and even after. A few weeks before her twenty-first birthday, Micah finally proposed.
They were happily married and couldn't ask for anything more. They both had jobs and had enough money to pay all their bills with extra to keep in the bank.
"Micah, God truly blessed me the day I met you. You are the best and most important thing in my life and I want to live like this forever.
I love you so much!" LaShae exclaimed one night, as they were lying down getting ready for bed.
"I love you, too, baby," Micah softly whispered in her ear. "I remember those days when I thought I would never find anyone that could appreciate me, and someone that I would want to spend the rest of my life with. But then that day I saw you for the first time in Mr. Tackett's class, changed everything. I knew right then that you would be the one. You had the prettiest smile and the sweetest voice, unlike any other voice I had ever heard before."
They continued reminiscing about the days of high school and everything that had happened to them during that time. They laughed as the talked about all this. They begin talking...