
at the World War One Memorial.

The bride was lovely and there was no stopping her!
In fact, we could hardly keep up!

The groom looked amazing in his full dress uniform!

And, of course, there was a Marine HMX Helicopter flyover!
(The Groom looked most pleased.)

The bride's best friend flew in for Maid of Honor duties.

After the ceremony, we all walked to the World War II Memorial and beyond.
Imagine if you will, the combination of a Marine in full dress uniform,
a blushing bride, the Washington Mall, and hundreds of tourists.
Complete strangers cheered; people shouted their best wishes (we assume)
in several languages; children posed for pictures with the bridal couple;
cameras were snapping everywhere....they were rock stars!

All in all, it was beautiful.
~~~~~xoxo~~~~~
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Sonnet 116
--William Shakespeare
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