David and Nicole first met while working in a musical theater production. Nicole was a dancer and singer, while David was a musician, playing the guitar onstage for different musical numbers. Whenever she could, Nicole secretly watched David from afar. She looked forward to each rehearsal as a chance to see him!

By the show’s performance dates, Nicole was smitten. Her best friend, Heidi, encouraged her to ask him out. After the wrap party, she made sure to walk him out to his car, and, by gathering every ounce of courage she could muster, Nicole did indeed ask David to meet her the next week for lunch at the local mall.

At the appointed time, Nicole stood waiting. Would David come? Would he be as sweet outside their shared world of community theater as he was inside? And as David approached her, he thought to himself, “She is so beautiful!”

Their first real chance to talk to each other, to begin to get to know each other, showed to them both all the things they shared: previous marriages, adventurousness, love of family, love of music, and dedication to a vision of life as what you make it. They each knew by the end of that afternoon that they had made a good friend.

There was no music playing when David proposed to Nicole the next year. Instead, they were standing on the ocean’s shore, on a beach enveloped in fog and mist. The wind and the waves provided the sound that marked this profound moment in their love story.

I knew, in the months before their wedding date as I helped them envision their wedding ceremony, that David wanted to offer Nicole a musical serenade. While he would write his own spoken vows to her, there was more he wanted to say to her. He turned to the language of music to honor her and to express his heart in ways that words could never do.

He took a while to consider her favorite songs: “Close to You” by the Carpenters, “All I Ask of You” from Phantom of the Opera, and “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” He expertly wove them into a musical medley that spoke the language of love.

And in their wedding ceremony, just before they offered their vows to each other, he picked up his beautiful electric guitar and, sitting on a low stool, played his love for her before their audience of beloved family and friends.

Guests gasped. Strong men cried. Heidi, Nicole’s maid of honor, sobbed quietly. It was such a beautiful, timeless moment. The bride? She stood there looking at this man who would soon be her husband—and there was such love in her eyes. Nicole did not cry. She smiled and slowly swayed to the sound, feeling the music of love.

“Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime . . . .”

It was as if Nicole and David were standing alone up there onstage, and he was playing just for her.