Walking briskly through Times Square in the dead of winter on Martin Luther King, Jr day, dodging tourists because we were 'real' New Yorkers (well, not Carolyn...she still might not be...), the bright lights blurred by the many drinks we'd shared and the watering of our eyes against the cold, our hands clenched for warmth and so that we didn't lose each other, should the street corner palm reader had told us that we would be exchanging vows 5.5 years later on the top of a mountain with our nearest and dearest during a global health pandemic, amidst civil unrest - we would have laughed long and hard. And yet, here we are - and we couldn't be happier.