The groom, handsomely decked out in his tuxedo, surveys himself in the mirror with a satisfied grin.

“This is the day you’ve been dreaming about,” he says to himself.

Indeed true.

Since the first day he laid eyes on her, he knew she was the one.

Sure, it took a while for them to get to this point—with all of the obstacles thrown their way, he had to work harder than he ever expected to, convincing her he was the one.

But it was certainly worth it, he thinks, as he begins to reflect back on events that led them here.

A knock on the door takes him away from the flashback of the day he proposed, reeling him back to now when, in less than twenty minutes, he will stand face-to-face with the woman he plans to spend all of his life with.

“You ready to make this whole thing legit?” his best man asks, looking equally handsome in his tux.

“I’ve been ready.”

“Then let’s go, dude.”

The two walk out of the room, and enter the church, walking past the countless number of guests sitting on the bride’s side and the groom’s side—the bride wanted a huge wedding, and he felt it necessary to give her what she wanted.

The groom, now feeling just a tiny bit of nerves creep up, acknowledges the guests with a nod and a smile as he makes his way to the front.

He claims his spot among the best man and groomsmen, all facing the direction in which they expect to see the beautiful bride make an appearance and stroll down the aisle.

The best man leans in and says, “Dude, I still can’t believe you’re getting married before me.” He chuckles.

The groom laughs. “I know, man, neither did I. But we didn’t want to wait. And you’ll be tying the knot soon.”

“Yep. In just a few short months. I can’t wait,” the best man admits, grinning at the thought of his own wedding fast approaching.

The organist begins to play music, making this moment seem all too surreal.

The flower girl skips out, spreading love with rose petals as she makes her way down the aisle, her curls bouncing.

Giddy bridesmaids take turns stepping down the aisle now, and the groom feels his heart begin to sprint, knowing he soon will see her.

It’s been a week since they last saw one another, the bride insisting they have some real time apart to prepare for this day.

It was a fair exchange, he thought, since he’d be able to spend every day with her, after saying their I-Do’s.

The maid of honor now appears and slowly makes her way down the aisle. She looks over to the groom and smiles as she claims her place next to the priest.

The organist pauses for just a minute before she begins to play the Wedding March—a symphony to the groom’s heart.

Guests turn in their seats, as they all wait for the bride.

And when she appears, they all gasp in awe, while the groom finds it hard to hold back tears filling his eyes at the sight of her—the woman of his dreams—walking toward him, looking even more beautiful as he imagined she would.

Bride and groom, both trembling, stand, holding hands as they face each other, both giddier than they expected to be. This was nothing like rehearsal. This was the real deal.

The priest, ready to perform the ceremony, asks if anyone thinks the two should not be joined together in holy matrimony, and a notable silence floods the room.

The bride and groom exchange the vows they personally wrote for this momentous occasion and before they know it, the priest says to the groom, “You may now kiss the bride.”

Jonah leans in to kiss Liza, his beautiful new bride, and when they break free, he turns to face his best man, Antonio, and says, “And by the way, you owe me one-thousand dollars for wager-fest. You bet me I would get nowhere with Liza. And yeah…we’re pretty much married now, bro.”

Everyone laughs in unison, including the little flower girl.

Jonah’s lifelong motto has been: if you don’t go after what you want, then you’ll never have it… Now he’s certainly got what he wanted: Liza and their fortuitous happily-ever-after.