When James Brander Matthews wrote Love at First Sight in 1885, he could not possibly have know that, in precisely 115 years, a young, impressionable Ontario high-school student named Michael Clarke, would dive head-first into the shallow pool of his immortal words and clunk his head so abruptly and so severely on the rocky bottom, that it would alter his ability to see for the rest of his life.

For after that excruciating moment, he saw only one set of eyes whenever he closed his own…

And those belonged to none other than the truly sublime Jordana Roberts. If there were any such thing as real, honest-to-goodness Angels out there, Jordana would be counted amongst their numbers. As kind as she was elegant, Jordana was one of those rare mixtures of people you sometimes read about but never, ever expect to meet. And, if by chance you do meet someone like her, you are usually too astonished to realize it and, in the blink of an eye, she would be gone again.

And Michael somehow knew that.

With his mouth hanging open and his eyes giant circles, Michael could barely breathe after sitting there motionless, for what seemed like forever, as the resplendent Jordana Roberts entered the classroom on the very first day of high-school that fateful morning in September of 2000. And Michael, as adept and well-read as he was at that tender age, could not possibly have recognized Matthews words, no matter how hard he tried, play through his head at precisely that moment:

“As soon as the doctor saw her he felt that he loved her with the whole force of his being; no stroke of love at first sight was ever more sudden or more irresistible. For a moment love, astonishment, and fear made him stand motionless”.

But those words, or a slight variation of them, undoubtedly did play through his mind that day 14 years ago, as they have almost every day since. And even though it took him almost 4 years to build up the courage to speak to here, he knew, like he had never known anything before, that he had met the love of his life.

And as he watched her walk down the aisle this Saturday past, her arm gracefully through her proud father’s arm, dressed in the most exquisite, magnificent white of all, Michael couldn’t help experiencing the exact same vertigo he had that day in the classroom so many years ago.

He was about to marry the love of his life.

The Wedding of Jordana and Michael will probably go down in history as one of the most beautiful autumnal weddings of all time. And for very good reason.

Here is a small sampling of their glorious day: