"You're so pretty, Mommy"

Mommy! Mommy. Moooommmyy.

He was insistent. Almost whining, but full of words that needed to be said. And absolutely wouldn't give up. Mommy, however, was distracted. Being pulled in many directions, trying to keep her head on straight and succeeding very completely.

"What, honey?" The bride finally turned to listen.

"You're so pretty!"

He repeated it, and the bride melted. Wrapped him up in her arms, crushed him into her satin and silk, and enjoyed the moment with her son.

And that, folks, is what the ring bearer said to the bride.