“ Sorry Dean,” I replied, when the weight of what had just happened hit home. Dean felt my tongue, he actually FELT me tickle him. We both wept, tears streaming down our faces. I went over to him and we kissed with overwhelming emotions, swept up in the knowledge that he would be whole again. To me he always was.
With time and therapy, Dean regained full use of his legs. Standing by the altar at our wedding months later, I soon joined him to say our vows. No couple was ever happier.
When the minister pronounced, “What God hath joined together, let no man put asunder.” in front of Dean’s children and the rest of our families and friends, we knew nobody would or could ever separate us.