I recently paid a visit to my elderly grandmother in her nursing home. She doesn’t say much anymore. She doesn’t know who I am actually, but she lets me sit with her. On her dresser is a picture from my wedding day. My new bride and I standing under an arch of flowers, beaming, radiant, young newlyweds. So young.
When I got home I pulled out my wedding vows. Though not quite as eloquent as I remember, there I found what the penguins failed to say:
I used to be able to put into words what that missing feeling was, but I can’t anymore. That is how I know what love is: Along with my breath, you have taken my words away. You make me a better human being. I promise to spend the rest of my life striving to make you proud of me, to be that person only you see, and proving to the world that I am worthy of you. Just laugh and I am the happiest man alive.