No More Waiting at the Altar

Chase always said that what he hated most in this world was waiting.

When we went apartment-hunting for our marital home and were handed a queue slip, he took one look at the waitlist and walked out, canceling the appointment on the spot. At City Hall, if there were more than three couples ahead of us in line for the marriage license, he would pivot on his heel without a second word.

Naturally, whenever I asked him to walk two blocks to that little artisan bakery—the one that served a warm, spiced plum compote with almond dumplings like the kind my late mother used to make—and the line…