Celebrating the start of a new life with someone you love at their wedding is really wonderful.
At the wedding of USMC Sgt. Joshua Newville and Senior Airman Emily Leehan, the guests were expecting to have a good time, and they did. But they also saw something incredibly special.
Leehan, the bride, had written vows for her stepson Gage. She started reading them out loud.
The cute little child couldn’t hide his excitement at his dad’s wedding. It was clear that he not only liked his soon-to-be mom but was super happy about his dad’s choice.
During the wedding, Leehan noticed Gage looking at her with big eyes. So, she turned to him and started reading the vows she wrote for both of them.
When she finished, everyone in the room said “awww” because her words were so full of love and emotion.
People were happy-crying, but what really touched everyone’s hearts was Gage’s reaction. He couldn’t stop sobbing, holding onto his stepmom tightly as he listened to what she was saying.
Leehan told him, “I want you to be safe, and to try your hardest and to be a good person.” Then, she said, “Don’t cry, baby,” because she could see that the emotions were a lot for the little guy to handle.
“I also want you to know that you’re a special boy,” continued Leehan. “You’re really smart, handsome, and kind to others. You’ve helped me become the woman I am today. Even though I didn’t give you life, life gave me the wonderful gift of having you.”
After a short moment to collect their emotions, they exchanged their vows as part of the wedding ceremony.
It’s mentioned that after the wedding, the newlyweds went back to work right away.
They were both required to report back to Joint Base McGuire-Dix-Lakehurst, so the honeymoon had to be put on hold.
The Former Homeowner’s Cryptic Caution About Our Neighbors Became Apparent After a Shocking Discovery
Upon settling into our new residence, we were initially charmed by our neighbors, the Johnsons. However, our perception dramatically shifted when we returned from a holiday to discover our home vandalized, which led us to unearth a concealed warning from the previous homeowner that drastically altered our understanding of trust.
We had moved into our delightful new home a year earlier, enjoying the peaceful neighborhood and the charming house, thrilled to begin this new chapter. The Johnsons, our next-door neighbors, greeted us warmly with an apple pie and friendly introductions.
“Welcome to the neighborhood!” Jane exclaimed, presenting the pie with a cheerful smile, while her husband Tom stood by her side, waving.
“Thank you so much,” I responded, accepting the pie. “I’m Emma, and this is my husband, Mike.”
Mike stepped forward, shaking their hands. “Pleasant to meet you both. We’re eager to start our life here.”
Our conversation flowed easily, and they seemed genuinely kind. Their home needed some upkeep, but that was of little concern to us. In the months following, our relationship grew through shared barbecues and pool gatherings, seemingly cementing a budding friendship.
However, a turn of events began three months later when I stumbled upon a note from the house’s previous owner hidden inside a kitchen drawer. It read: “Caution: Steer clear of the Johnsons. They’ll turn your life upside down. Keep your distance.”
I shared the mysterious warning with Mike that evening. “What do you make of this?” I asked, showing him the note.
He read it and looked up with a skeptical expression. “Isn’t this a bit over the top? They’ve been nothing but friendly.”
I agreed, albeit reluctantly, feeling an unsettling tug of intuition. “You’re probably right. Maybe there was a personal issue between them.”
“Perhaps the previous owner had some petty disagreements,” Mike reasoned.
We decided to dismiss the note, choosing instead to focus on the positive interactions we had enjoyed with Jane and Tom. We continued inviting them over, exchanging gardening tips and book recommendations, and we even allowed them open access to our garden and pool while we were away on our annual vacation.
Fast forward to our return last week, when we came home to a scene of chaos. Our beautiful garden was trampled, the pool was filled with debris, and trash littered our driveway. We were horrified.
“What on earth happened here?” Mike burst out, visibly enraged.
Determined to get to the bottom of this, we headed straight to the Johnsons’. Jane answered the door with an overly bright smile.
“Hello, neighbors! How was your trip?” she greeted us.
“What has happened to our property?” Mike cut to the chase, his patience worn thin.
Tom appeared, feigning innocence. “That wasn’t us. You have no proof,” he retorted sharply.
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