Jen, I love you so much, and every day that love grows.
It's so difficult to put into words the way I feel about you, but I'm going to try.
If I was a sailboat, you'd be the anchor, because when the rough waves of life
thrash against me, you'd keep me stable.
If I were a race car, you'd be my fuel, because whenever I start to slow down,
you'd give me that push to fight through and accomplish anything set in front of me.
If I was a hot air balloon, you'd be my fire, because your passion keeps me afloat
when everything seems to be pulling me down.
I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, to build a family with you,
to grow old with you. Together we can accomplish anything.
Webster.
I was thinking about our life together and realized it's just like the order of operations.
We must always remember to do the parentheses first and distribute the responsibilities of life to each other equally.
May our love grow exponentially.
Multiply our love for each other forever and always.
Divide out all the roadblocks that get in our way.
Add little members of the Webster clan and subtract away any arguments we may have.
When you simplify everything, our solution is clear. Jen loves Sean.
Sean, I love your intelligence, your kindness, your strength, and of course your beard.
I love the way you always know how to make me feel so special.
I promise to encourage your compassion, because that's what makes you unique and wonderful.
I promise that whenever I make you mad, I will make you twice as happy to repay it.
I promise to nurture your dreams, because through them your heart shines.
I promise to be there for you through the good times and the bad times.
I promise to you all my love for one lifetime with you could never be enough.
I promise to love you more and more every single day of my life, because you're my baby, baby.
And I, Sean, take you, Jen, to be my wife.
I, Jen, take you, Sean, to be my husband.
I promise to be true to you in good times and bad.
In sickness and in health.
I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.
I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.
Jen, you're so fortunate Webster fell in love with you.
And he loved her, and you loved him back.
Here's where the math comes in.
The Hebrew word, va-ye-ha-ve-ha, has a numerical equivalent, and that word equals 29.
Why is that important?
Because you're getting married on 5, 11, 13, 29.
You will always remember.
Mazotav, you may kiss the bride.
You may kiss the bride.
You
