And I said, “Yes”

I’m the luckiest girl in the world – I get to marry my best friend.

This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered, “Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb”
This is the story of your red right ankle . . .

— “Red Right Ankle”, The Decemberists