WEDDING

​His Story

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I'd been meaning to practice a speech. Of course, I'd also meant to get a photographer to stalk us so he could capture The Moment for posterity. Neither of those things occurred. Apparently it's difficult to hire a photographer in Montauk during the offseason. I was also deathly afraid that I would ruin The Moment by saying something stupid. It didn't seem prudent to practice something when I would inevitably forget part of it and then drown in my own anxiety as a result. I knew I wanted to do it at the Lighthouse, so I suggested we go there and then spent a very taciturn hour walking around with Lajhem and thinking about how awful my proposal was going to be. Eventually, though, I decided that the earlier I fluffed it, the more time I'd eventually have to try and convince her to forgive me. And so once we reached the bottom, I asked her to stop, then got down on one knee. God as my witness, I have no idea what I said to her, but it must have been something like "Will you marry me?" Because what I remember is her nodding, and then smiling, and then how happy she looked for the rest of the day: when we asked the nice Latino family to take a photo of us, when we went to skip rocks on the beach, and when she spent dinner that night shamelessly staring at the ring on her finger. I'm glad I didn't practice. I can't imagine anything more perfect.

 

-- Nate Sulat

 

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