getting hitched!

The first time we saw each other, we knew we had found someone special. Someone to laugh with, to travel with, to spend the rest of our lives with... or at least someone who wouldn't be totally weird on a first date. So we swiped right. Three plus years after that fateful Tinder match, we're excited to share our wedding with our loved ones.

This past June, after Becca completed yet another yoga certification program in Paris, Alex flew to meet her with the plan to train down to Provence and then Barcelona. On our second night in the Luberon Valley, after an extravagant, too-many-course lunch, Becca suggested we skip dinner and grab the best bottle of rose available to us — which didn’t mean much since the only place open at that hour was the grocery store — and head to the breathtaking Les Baux-de-Provence, a medieval commune literally carved into a mountaintop. Despite having been teeming with thousands of tourists when we drove past mere hours earlier, the ancient town was empty and so we sat with our questionable rose and watched the sunset from this mountaintop. When the last of the last stragglers finally left and Les Baux was completely ours, Alex asked Becca to pose in front of the sunset for a photo. Then to turn her head slightly, so the light hit her differently. And then to turn around completely for an artsy photo of just her back and the sun-painted mountains. But she heard something rustling as Alex dug through his backpack… And she turned around to see him approaching with her ring.