I've taken an exciting new job in Sunnyvale, CA, so Maria & I are starting our next adventure on the West Coast! This will not change our wedding plans, besides the fact that you won't be able to visit Izzy & Meatball in CT. If you do decide to get us a gift, please do not bring it to the wedding venue as we're traveling by plane. Please ship directly from the address on our registry or send us mail at the following address: 444 Saratoga Ave. #40-F, Santa Clara, CA 95050

Maria had a huge crush on me in high school. I love to tease her about it, but it admittedly says more about who I was back then than her. That said, she put in OVERTIME to lock me down, and I'll never let her live it down. She would bring me sweets in class. She tried for years to befriend me. She'd snag the seat behind me in our French class each year. Once, she drove up and down Wilkins Av in Pittsburgh looking for my parent's convenience store because I said I'd be there. I didn't (and still don't) have a sense of direction. The store was 20 minutes away on the other side of town. Despite being as chronically late as I am, Maria eventually started carving time out of her morning to pick me up every day. This ritual started as a result of me frequently missing the bus, but it grew into more. It was silly because we'd be in the car for all of ten minutes before needing to sprint our homeroom classes to beat the bell, but that little bit of time was worth it to us. We fell in love in that busted car (named "Vause") idling in parking lots, talking about anything/everything on our minds. She was persistent!!! Our story is cheesy and mundane in the best way, but the rest is a decade's worth of history. Today, she's sending me quotes for ice cream trucks for our wedding while knocking our greedy little cat off the dining table to protect her extra side of sauce. We have our own little zoo together. We've gone on many adventures together and managed to collect a $50/mo. storage unit worth of memories. We have our ups and downs, but this life is one that I savor. It's about time we celebrated it (and got on the same health insurance). Anywaysssss. We love each other a lot, and we're getting married. I assume that if you're on this page, you love us too, and you're here to RSVP to our wedding where you can shower us with endless love and compliments.

I was sitting on the bus in 8th grade when the new girl got on. I waved my hand to let her know the seat next to me was empty, and she proceeded to ignore me and walk right past me. I did not talk to her for another 2-3 years. Sophomore year of high school forced me to talk to her again because I needed chemistry homework answers and the rest is history. I knew I was in trouble when I started to leave my house "early" so I'd have enough time to pick her up before school and bought a Lana Del Rey CD so that we could listen to it in my car. I knew I was in even more trouble when breaking up after we went off to college wasn't even an option in my mind. Our first date was DEFINITELY when we went to a school play and she burned her face straightening her hair and then squirted hot sauce into her eye at Taco Bell. Don't let her tell you otherwise. Although we have grown up and changed (at least a little bit) over the years, our goals, expectations, and love have remained steadfast. I can't wait to finally call Farah my beautiful wife and not have to go through the awkward "yes, my fiancèe is a woman, too" and, "no, this isn't a phase, we've been together for almost a decade..."