matters.
Dad whistles as we enter the house. “You're beautiful as usual.”
“Tell me aboot it,” Julian says, placing the bags on the sofa.
“And Julian, you look like a new man.”
Julian smiles, lifting my hand to his lips. “No new, just different. I'm the same man, the one who desperately loves yer daughter.”
I wrap my arms around his waist, gazing up at him with eyes full of love and adoration, secure in the knowledge that no matter what trials may come, no matter how hard emotional storms may rage, I will be able to face them all and overcome, with Julian, my husband and Scottish knight, at my side.
Epilogue
Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.
Sophia Loren
T he wedding is held in the back yard of our home. I wipe a tear away as Dad and Cassie stand before the reverend and repeat their vows, pledging to love and honor one another. Cassie is a beautiful bride in her silky white princess gown. And Dad's black tux looks like it was made just for him. He is indeed a handsome groom. In attendance are my grandparents and some of Dad's friends and employees.
Julian and I share meaningful glances throughout the ceremony, remembering our wedding ceremonies, both in the states and in Scotland. No words are needed as our eyes clearly speak our love to one another.
Two hours later, after hugs, kisses, and more tears are shed, Julian and I stand at the curb and wave as we watch Dad and Cassie drive away, heading toward their new life.
Six weeks later
Castle Urquhart
Loch Ness, Scotland
Standing in the tower of the castle ruins, with Julian's arms around my waist, we gaze through the window at Loch Ness. Even shrouded in the thick fog, this place feel s magical. Battles were fought over Castle Urquhart, but in the end, Scotland regained her treasure, and I am awed to again be standing amidst such history.
“The first time I brought ye here, I thought ta masel ', 'I wan' ta marry this woman right here, right now.' But I couldnae deprive ye o a weddin '.”
I smile, turning in his arms. “And I appreciate your thoughtfulness. Though, if truth be told , I would have married you with only the reverend and nature as witnesses. I wanted you as desperately as you wanted me.” I softly touch my lips to his. “I still do.”
“Aye.” His voice is husky. “My wan' for ye willnae ever stop. When I am in ma grave, I will still burn for ye.” He kisses me, whispering against my lips. “Ye hav ' no idea o the power ye hav ' over me.”
A delightful shiver causes goosebumps to cover my arms as his hands caress my waist and back. “I have some idea, because I feel the same. From the moment you first looked into my eyes when you sang, I have felt a connection to you that only grows stronger and deeper with each day that passes. There are times that I still wonder how you can be mine, and what I did to deserve you.”
“Ah, darlin ', ye take ma own thoughts an' give voice ta them.” He holds me close, caressing my brow with his lips. “Ye donnae ken, an' I've never said, but almost every night since we married, I awaken for a wee moment an' just look at ye. I look at yer beloved body an' marvel tha ' ye belong ta me, tha ' we are one flesh. I gaze at yer face, committin ' ta memory every plane, every contour, thankin ' God for the marvels o the human senses. An' then I touch ye, an' I am infused with renewed joy.”
Julian has always been a romantic, but his words take me by complete surprise. His devotion is so beautiful, I can't come up with anything original that would be worthy of him. I turn back around and face the sea, my arms wrapped over his. One of my favorite poetic pieces by Pierre Choderlos De Laclos comes to mind.
“ Loved and respected by a husband I love and respect, my duties and my pleasures are combined. I am happy and I ought to be. If there exist more acute pleasures I do not want to
Dad whistles as we enter the house. “You're beautiful as usual.”
“Tell me aboot it,” Julian says, placing the bags on the sofa.
“And Julian, you look like a new man.”
Julian smiles, lifting my hand to his lips. “No new, just different. I'm the same man, the one who desperately loves yer daughter.”
I wrap my arms around his waist, gazing up at him with eyes full of love and adoration, secure in the knowledge that no matter what trials may come, no matter how hard emotional storms may rage, I will be able to face them all and overcome, with Julian, my husband and Scottish knight, at my side.
Epilogue
Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.
Sophia Loren
T he wedding is held in the back yard of our home. I wipe a tear away as Dad and Cassie stand before the reverend and repeat their vows, pledging to love and honor one another. Cassie is a beautiful bride in her silky white princess gown. And Dad's black tux looks like it was made just for him. He is indeed a handsome groom. In attendance are my grandparents and some of Dad's friends and employees.
Julian and I share meaningful glances throughout the ceremony, remembering our wedding ceremonies, both in the states and in Scotland. No words are needed as our eyes clearly speak our love to one another.
Two hours later, after hugs, kisses, and more tears are shed, Julian and I stand at the curb and wave as we watch Dad and Cassie drive away, heading toward their new life.
Six weeks later
Castle Urquhart
Loch Ness, Scotland
Standing in the tower of the castle ruins, with Julian's arms around my waist, we gaze through the window at Loch Ness. Even shrouded in the thick fog, this place feel s magical. Battles were fought over Castle Urquhart, but in the end, Scotland regained her treasure, and I am awed to again be standing amidst such history.
“The first time I brought ye here, I thought ta masel ', 'I wan' ta marry this woman right here, right now.' But I couldnae deprive ye o a weddin '.”
I smile, turning in his arms. “And I appreciate your thoughtfulness. Though, if truth be told , I would have married you with only the reverend and nature as witnesses. I wanted you as desperately as you wanted me.” I softly touch my lips to his. “I still do.”
“Aye.” His voice is husky. “My wan' for ye willnae ever stop. When I am in ma grave, I will still burn for ye.” He kisses me, whispering against my lips. “Ye hav ' no idea o the power ye hav ' over me.”
A delightful shiver causes goosebumps to cover my arms as his hands caress my waist and back. “I have some idea, because I feel the same. From the moment you first looked into my eyes when you sang, I have felt a connection to you that only grows stronger and deeper with each day that passes. There are times that I still wonder how you can be mine, and what I did to deserve you.”
“Ah, darlin ', ye take ma own thoughts an' give voice ta them.” He holds me close, caressing my brow with his lips. “Ye donnae ken, an' I've never said, but almost every night since we married, I awaken for a wee moment an' just look at ye. I look at yer beloved body an' marvel tha ' ye belong ta me, tha ' we are one flesh. I gaze at yer face, committin ' ta memory every plane, every contour, thankin ' God for the marvels o the human senses. An' then I touch ye, an' I am infused with renewed joy.”
Julian has always been a romantic, but his words take me by complete surprise. His devotion is so beautiful, I can't come up with anything original that would be worthy of him. I turn back around and face the sea, my arms wrapped over his. One of my favorite poetic pieces by Pierre Choderlos De Laclos comes to mind.
“ Loved and respected by a husband I love and respect, my duties and my pleasures are combined. I am happy and I ought to be. If there exist more acute pleasures I do not want to
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