Promptly at 3:00 p.m. the organ music announces it’s time for us to walk down the aisle to witness Salem and Latham’s vows. The church is toasty warm thanks to a service man agreeing to work off the clock on a Friday night to ensure the wedding would go on without a hitch.

As I walk down the aisle, my eyes find Hamilton looking sharper than James Bond in his black tux. He smiles warmly and winks before I turn to take my spot on the step leading to the alter.

The music ...