We're getting married!

Due to the ongoing pandemic and because the health & safety of our family and friends are of the utmost importance, we have made the challenging decision to continue to be patient and get married in 2022! We look forward to having an amazing wedding surrounded by all our family and friends in April of 2022.

"Are you single? There's this girl I work with that I think you'd hit it off with." The text from my friend Drew flashed across my phone as I rode up a Lake Tahoe ski lift with a friend. After shooting over a series of jokes that disguised my excitement, I thankfully managed to relay my interest. Across the country, Margie was confabulating and sipping wine with Drew as the weekend commenced. After crisscrossing the country for work and missing each other for the next three months, we finally landed in New York at the same time. Drew arranged for us to meet after work on Friday at Croton Reservoir Tavern near Bryant Park. Everything was going great until I gave Margie my number, but not my last name. Let’s just say I’m glad the other Dave she texted wasn’t also interested in her. Thankfully, she eventually figured the surname out and liked me enough to want to keep it!

Everybody knows that I love to surprise Margie. And not just small gestures like flowers or unexpected jewelry for her birthday. We’re talking about coordinating a vacation with her boss and team, telling her we’re leaving on a long weekend the next day, and not divulging our destination until we arrive at the gate. (Don’t worry, I gave her a temperature range so she could pack.) It goes without saying then that unpredictability would be a hallmark of the proposal. It started with a surprise brunch at an Upper East Side restaurant aptly named ‘August’ (the month we started our relationship). We then walked through Central Park to a secluded spot called Wagner Cove, where I planted a hidden photographer to capture the moment live. After she said “Yes” (I asked twice just to make sure), the excitement continued with a helicopter tour of the city. When our adrenaline fell from sky-high to normal levels, we decompressed with wine by the window in a West Village nook. Meanwhile, our families were gathering in a private room of a nearby restaurant, ready to provide one final surprise. After a mixture of cheering, laughing, and crying, the 11 of us bonded over a wonderful dinner and us kids capped it all off by dancing the night away to a larger-than-life 80s cover band.