[Editor's Note: This is the best man's speech that I gave at Adam's wedding. A few of you who couldn't make it to the wedding asked me to post it, and Adam asked for a copy too, so here it is.]

The first time I met Sarah, it was only Adam’s second time meeting her. She was in Boston visiting Katie King, and we all went down to one of the clubs in the Alley. Maybe you don’t know this about Adam and I, but we’re not huge fans of dance clubs. Luckily, this particular place had like three floors worth of different kinds of bars, and we could take refuge in a relatively quiet corner of one of the more regular, not dance-club bars.

I don’t remember everything — it was a bar, after all — but I do remember the three of us sitting around a table for most of the night while Katie was off shaking her moneymaker with some dude. And I remember thinking that this chick Sarah was amazing. She was funny, smart, beautiful, quirky, just everything you could possibly want in a person.

Anyway, the night goes on, and after a while, we get sick of listening to oontz, oontz, oontz of the club, and we all squeeze into a cab to go wherever the hell we were going. There were a bunch of us in the cab, and I could be making this up, but I think I remember Sarah having to sit on someone’s lap, and she sat on Adam’s.

So we’re driving, and everyone’s talking — and by everyone, I mean Adam — and we’re laughing and it’s a very social thing, and the cabbie’s talking too, and there’s someone in the front seat, and he’s turned around talking to us, and the windows are down, and air is rushing through, and there’s car horns honking outside and sirens in the distance, and it’s all just very loud and big and busy, but then, and this I remember as clear as if it were happening right now, I remember looking down and seeing in the orange glow of the passing streetlights, Adam and Sarah’s fingers playing with each other, intertwining, caressing. I have a terrible memory, generally speaking, but I remember this. The movement of his fingers on hers and hers on his is so slow, so quiet, and so private. He’s talking to the cabbie, to me, to Katie, to everyone else in the cab, but his every thought seems to be on the feel of Sarah fingers in his.

And I remember Sarah’s smile during this. It was like she had opened a completely unexpected box and found some long sought-after treasure inside. It was beautiful, not just the smile, but the moment. In my life, it has been one of the defining images of love. I want to thank the two of you for showing it to me. Thank you.

And now, with that moment in mind, I’d like to offer a toast: Adam. Sarah. May the electricity you shared in that moment be a constant fuel for your life of love. May it be your light in the darkest of times and may it stoke your flame in the most passionate of hours. And finally, may that moment help everyone here live a life as true and as beautiful as the love that you two share.

Mozel tov.