We have decided to postpone our wedding until Friday, September 3, 2021. Due to the uncertainties facing us and our guests as a result of the COVID-19 pandemic, it just wouldn't feel right to have a wedding in this environment. Furthermore, it wouldn't be right for us to ask you to put your health and finances at risk to celebrate with us. The itinerary should largely remain the same, with the exception of the post-wedding brunch. We will still be hosting a brunch, but the location and menu may change due to vendor/Airbnb availability.

The breakdown of our courtship is as follows: 1) There was a mutual right-swiping on Tinder. 2) Then occurred a brief meeting outside of Saloon in Five Points. 3) Shortly thereafter, Meghan showed up on James's doorstep wearing an Obama t-shirt and a donkey tattoo on her right cheek. Because this is Meghan we're talking about. 4) Several weeks later, James asked Meghan to be his girlfriend. Meghan said no. 5) A week after that, Meghan, after several (dozen) drinks, added James in a Facebook relationship while he was asleep. She had not consulted him first. 6) Fast forward a few hours, and Meghan woke up to a slew of notifications on her phone. She briefly died from embarrassment realizing what she had done. 7) Meghan then came back to life to text James an emphatic apology and to let him know that he was totally free to bail on the whole relationship thing. 8) Later that morning, James responds: "Haha it's okay." Because this is James we're talking about. Somehow, almost eight years later, here we are. If our marriage is anything like our flirtationship and/or relationship, we have many years of silliness, impulsiveness, laughter, and love to look forward to. Cheers to a Tinder relationship, a Barcelona proposal, and a Dublin wedding. #hahaitsokay

We had just arrived in Barcelona the prior afternoon after 22 hours' worth of flight delays and resulting missed connections. We were a little hungover from the previous evening's tapas crawl, and Meghan was a lot sick with a stomach bug that lasted the entirety of the trip (#blessed). James insisted we get to Parc Guell by 7:30am, which was a huge bummer since we had been out with our new friends from the tapas crawl until about 2:00am. Once arriving at Parc Guell, James started power-walking up the winding dirt path, with Meghan stumbling and dry-heaving behind him. James took a brief pause just before reaching their final destination to ask Meghan, "do I look sweaty?" Meghan deadpanned, "Yes, which is unsurprising considering we just sprinted up a mountain." We dabbed the sweat off one another's faces and adjusted one another's hair in anticipation for the dope selfies we were about to take. We reached a flat area of the park that provided a panoramic view of the entire city of Barcelona. It was breathtaking. The only two people who joined us as we oohed and aahed were two photographers. One of them saw us struggling to take nicely-angled selfies and offered to take our photo to email us later. "I'm a photographer," she said, "I really don't mind!" The photographer snapped a few photos and then said, "Wow, these look so beautiful!" At that moment, James turned to Meghan and got down on one knee. Neither of us is sure what was said after that since we both promptly blacked out for the duration of the proposal. But by the end, Meghan was wearing a ring and both of us were crying (though James will deny it), accompanied by none other than the photographer, who wiped away her tears and scolded us for making her sob. Turns out, James had hired the photographer to capture this moment, and he and the photographer had staged the whole thing. Definitely one of the better mornings we've had.