And on your arm, in a smart suit that swallowed months of clothes coupons, your groom, handsome, protective, his hand cautiously covering yours.
Your youth, the two of you, shocks. So vulnerable, so unprepared, innocence loosed on a damaged world, weeping for its sins.
But you survive: you prosper.
And it is love that reaches out from the well-thumbed photo, your legacy bestowed on the next generation.
And the next ...