It was the year 2019, the first week of May. San Francisco. The evening kicked off with an expected layer of mist-fog, but the night ahead was anything but predictable. Helen started off with a group of colleagues in the Castro district, Jeremy began his journey in North Beach with the boys. By nightfall, fate (or more accurately, friends' text messages) lured both of them to Monaghan's, a reliably rowdy establishment on the Northeast end of the city. It only took half a round of billiards before the two discovered they shared the same bizarre sense of humor and quite a few mutual friends. 

The proposal was as beautiful and genuine as the relationship it represented. Jeremy and Helen took their dog Stevie for a walk on the beach. As Stevie took off to bark ferociously at a particularly insolent wave, Jeremy got down on one knee and asked Helen to marry him. This was not a "Yes" or "No" matter. It was "Obviously!" and "When?". We're so excited to celebrate this next chapter in our lives with you.