He paused.
Then came the final sentence.
“So that is what I am doing.”
I don’t remember how I remained standing.
I remember Daniel placing a hand against my back.
I remember Mom crying without even trying to hide it anymore.
I remember Father Michael removing his glasses and wiping his eyes.
And I remember Nathan folding his paper very carefully afterward.
Then he looked at Father Michael.
“Do I sit now?”
The church erupted into tearful laughter.
“Yes,” I managed to say.
Nathan smiled.
Then he walked over and sat beside Mom.
And the wedding continued.
Margaret said nothing.
Not about Nathan.
Not about the photographs.
Not that day.
Part 5 — The Album
Eight weeks later, our wedding photographs arrived.
The main album was beautiful.
There were photographs of Daniel and me exchanging vows.
Mom crying.
Our first kiss.
The reception.
The flowers.
The cake.
Everything a wedding album was supposed to contain.
