My boyfriend Marlone invited me to go back with him to his hometown on the island of Guam for his sister's wedding in November. It took me months to be convinced that it would be a good idea for me to join him in his huge family reunion. I didn't want to get in the way of his first journey back in ten years. After my 36-hour travel to Guam, I instantly became wedding coordinator, shooting the wedding video and helping everyone coordinate and plan. There I was, on the island of Guam, knowing in my heart that this could be my family.
The day after his sister's wedding, we finally had one day to ourselves. I should have known something was up when we drove for over an hour trying to find a beach because most were privately owned. I thought he was being nostalgic of memories from childhood. Finally, one young girl let us have access to her family's beach. The beach was almost deserted when Marlone got down on one knee. He told me that it had been ten years since his whole family was together like this and that he couldn't let me go back home without knowing I'd be his wife. My heart fluttered for the first time, and I said yes. After shopping with his sisters and mom, he came back home a week after me to San Francisco. He said that when he saw his little sister walking down the aisle and me across the pews, he knew he had to propose.