We were married a couple weeks after that. It was a small wedding, not as extravagant as other weddings, but it didn’t need to be that. We were married in a chapel, where the priest said his words with great conviction. Ditzy wrote her own vows, and I wrote mine. Big Mac was my Best Colt, since I didn’t have a Best Mare lying around anywhere. Almost every pony in town was there to see the wedding. We were told it was the biggest turnout that was only rivaled by a wedding in Canterlot, that somehow resulted in a war with creatures called Changelings, not quite sure what happened there. I was happy no such events occurred on our wedding day, but I appreciated the remark. Our vows were beautiful, and reduced both of us to tears, but since this is the epilogue, I’d best not disclose what they were.
It’s been over a year now, since we’ve been married. I don’t know what year you are reading this, but that’s the time it’s been at the moment of this writing. I quit my job at the Equestrian Sun Times, and moved my business to Ponyville, where I now run the Ponyville Confidential, after the previous manager quit, due to it being a gossip column. I've turned it into a full fledged paper, with reviews, articles, and short stories. I still write shorts and editorials every now and again, but I’ve given the job to better, more talented ponies who work there. I've never been a leader before, and I do admit, my first day on the job was a scary experience, but when it all came down to it, I couldn't have imagined a better career.
Just a couple days ago, we got the news that Ditzy is pregnant, and she’s due in about ten months. We’re currently arguing about if the foal is going to be male or female. I think it’s going to be a boy. We discussed what would happen if the foal had the same condition that befell her, but I assured her that no matter what, the foal will be loved with everything that we have. We haven't even come up with a name, yet. I'm giving the honor to Ditzy, as I think I would be horrible with names.
As for Ditzy, she still works at the post office; still delivering mail one house at a time. To see her come home every day, happy, healthy, and without injury makes my heart flutter every time. She has gotten much more popular, with her fixed eye, making some new friends, having new guests at the house on the weekends. I even had to fight off some interested colts and stallions trying to woo her away from me. No worries, it didn't end in violence. She would get a kick out of the new-found attention, but she would tell them that she was in love with me, and nothing could change that. Besides, I had something that no other colt or stallion had, I loved her even before she was cured.
Many ponies, Ditzy included, have asked me constantly one question that became easier to answer over time; why? Why her? Why did I fall for such a clumsy mare, with a bad eye, and a simple mind? Their words, not mine, I can assure you. Why, against all odds, did I go out of my way to make her happy, and healthy? And most importantly, why did I marry her, and am now about to become a father to a foal that I have conceived with her?
Every time this has been asked to me, I always respond the same way. Sure, I could tell them how wonderful she is, how beautiful I thought she was, even well before the operation, how every day I spend with her is a blessing in and of itself. I could tell them all of that, but I chose to answer the question in the simplest way possible; with a chuckle, sometime a laugh, and tell them the same answer I always give, the same answer I gave to her the night I first told her how I felt, the first time I revealed to her that I was in love with her. Only two words, but very powerful. Two words that defined our very relationship;
Why not?