Golden Love: I’m Your Man”: A Wedding Vow That Still Echoes - A Wedding Moment That Said It All

I watched a wedding video today—Golden and Chrisette’s—and I don’t think I’ve been the same since. It was one of those rare captures that didn’t just show a ceremony, but told a love story. A sacred, slow-burning, soul-deep kind of love. And the moment that undid me completely? When he took her hand, looked her in the eyes, and said gently but firmly: “I’m your man.”

Something about it pulled me back to my own wedding day.

It reminded me of when my husband and I stood at the altar, eyes locked, hearts racing, hands trembling—but sure. There was a quiet confidence between us, an unspoken promise in the way we looked at each other. We didn’t need to say a lot. The way he held my hand and whispered, “I got you”—that was everything. It wasn’t about the flowers, the guests, or even the vows written on paper. It was about the covenant happening in the spirit.

That’s what I saw in Golden and Chrisette. And remember when my husband promised to me…

A covenant. A covering, A partner. A calm in the chaos.

I still remember when he said it’s you and I against the world.

It’s the way he said, “I’m your man,” like it was a shield. Like it was his joy and his duty. It wasn’t performative; it was personal. It reminded me of how love should always speak louder in private than it does in public.

Watching their moment made me grateful. Grateful for the love I have, the love I chose—and the man who still reaches for my hand when life gets loud. It reminded me that love isn’t loud and boastful. Sometimes, it’s just a look. A touch. A whispered reassurance: I’m here. I’m yours.

To every woman who has experienced that kind of love—or is waiting on it—just know this: when it’s real, you won’t have to question it. Because love, when it’s divine, will always confirm itself.

And sometimes, it only takes three words:

I’m your man.

Whew. That one sentence. It wasn’t just romantic—it was reassurance. It was safety. It was a declaration that didn't need a crowd, a hashtag, or a caption. Just his presence. Just his promise.

Love like this when it’s demonstrated makes you believe again. The kind that honors, covers, protects, and affirms. The kind that doesn’t feel performative, but sacred. 

It holds you when you are sad. Walks with you during a very difficult time. Watches you from afar at the club and tells the bartender not to serve you. It gets up at 7 am in the morning so you can go running. 

It anchors you in love.

I imagine they are doing well. I imagine they are enjoying life together—grocery shopping and late-night talks, lazy Sundays and private jokes no one else understands. I imagine he still reaches for her hand and says without needing to say, I’m still your man.

And she smiles because she already knew.

Golden Love!