T
H E M
A R R I A G
E O
F
Camden
&
Wren
Saturday, the nineteenth of September, two thousand twenty-six
These are the vows we wrote for each other — every word a promise, and every
promise one we intend to keep for the rest of our lives.
C A M D E N
promises to Wren
I, Camden, take you, Wren, to be my partner, my person, and my place
called home. I promise to slow down when life rushes, to hold your hand in
every crowd, and to keep choosing you — especially on the days when choosing
is hard. I will laugh with you, grow with you, rest beside you, and protect the
quiet peace we are building. What is mine is yours; where I go, you come. You
are the certainty in my beautiful, uncertain world.
W R E N
promises to Camden
I, Wren, take you, Camden, exactly as you are — and I promise never to
make you feel you must be anything else. I will listen with an open heart,
speak with kindness, and forgive the way you forgive me: completely. In your
triumphs I will be your loudest cheer; in your sorrow, your softest landing. I
vow to weather every storm beside you and to dance in the rain with you,
until the very last of our days. I love you — from the depth of my soul to every
tomorrow it holds.
T H E
R I N G S
With this ring, I give you my word: as this circle has no beginning and no end,
my love for you will have no end. Whatever our hands build together, this band
stays constant — a promise worn in the light of day.
“By the promises you have made and the rings you have exchanged, and in
the presence of all who love you, it is my joy to pronounce you married. You
may seal these vows with a kiss.”
— T H E O F F I C I AN T
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