Four years ago a girl named Sara met a boy named Nick

Nick and I met in Nantucket, MA. I was there with several girlfriends and Nick was there with his friend Doug. We first saw each other on my second night in Nantucket at The Brant Point Grill. We were both sitting on the terrace and I kept catching him glancing over at our table. Of course, I thought he was a cutie, so I was very happy and impressed when he sent over a glass of Port wine with a note asking if I had plans for dinner the following night. I looked up and shook my head, no. After dinner, he came over to our table, introduced himself and asked if he could have my number. I gave him my cell phone number and hoped that I would hear from him.

Nick called, as promised, and we went out the next night. He took me to a spot on the beach and had the whole thing planned out beautifully. He had a picnic basket, blanket, wine and flowers. We ended up sitting there eating, drinking and talking all evening. I was especially impressed when he pulled out his portable CD player and asked if I’d like to dance. We danced on the beach and I kept thinking that this was the best date I’d ever been on. Just one catch, he was on vacation from New York.

We’ve been inseperable from that point on. When deciding on a location for our wedding, it seemed only natural to get married on the very beach of our first date in Nantucket one year from the day we met.