Dear family and friends, we have decided to cancel our wedding celebration planned for 10.10.21

Henry and I first met at a 90s themed house party in Santa Monica. I had just quit my job in LA and was preparing to move to Washington, D.C. in the coming weeks. Knowing that Henry grew up in D.C., our mutual friend thought he could give me some insight about the city. Ten hours later, after most of the guests had come and gone, and the sun had risen to welcome a new day, we were still sitting on the couch talking. Sober and sleepless at that point, our conversation could have easily continued for another ten hours had I not committed to breakfast plans with friends that morning. During the few weeks before I moved, Henry and I met up almost everyday. We enjoyed pizza dates on Sunset Boulevard, happy hours on the west side, and late nights at Dance Yourself Clean. We both agreed we did not want to begin a long distance relationship with Henry in LA and myself in D.C. But, as Henry loves to tell people, I just kept calling him on the phone even after my move to the east coast. Henry came to visit D.C. a few months later in August and invited me to join his family at their river house in Virginia for the week. I arranged with my new job to work remotely and took the train down to Williamsburg. We fished, played frisbee golf, and went for night swims in the river with the phosphorescence lighting up the waters. During lunch one day, I phoned into a conference call at the office. While my hands were busy taking notes, Henry picked away and kept a steady supply of crab meat ready for my consumption throughout the call. After that, Henry says I just started calling him my boyfriend. Anyone who knows me could have warned him that good food is the fastest way to my heart. But luckily for Henry, he loves cooking and baking as much as I love eating everything he prepares. I know I will never go hungry—be it for food or love and affection—with Henry as my partner. I love you!