There are few couples these days who are seemingly brought together by destiny. Couples who twist and turn, blown like two leaves in the wind of fate, dancing around one another in a chaotic spiral before finally landing, side by side. Kellie and Ben are one of those couples. For months and months before their fortuitous meeting, they endlessly chummed the murky depths of their dating apps. Jonathan G - gross, swipe left. Sara W - puke emoji, good day to you. And on and on it went, day after day, through loneliness and despair. But little did they know that destiny was simply learning their preferences. You see fate was watching, and it saw that she preferred taller men, and he preferred brunettes, and then fate threw its hands up toward the heavens and said, "Screw it," and a Hinge match was made against nigh impossible odds. And even then, even with our AI overlords forcing them upon one another, this once-in-a-lifetime encounter was nearly derailed by Kellie's migraine. But no, because of the crippling guilt she feels when she bails on literally anything, Kellie powered through the stabbing pains in her head, and forced herself to smile through her first date with Ben, as he downed three martinis and she sipped a soda water with lime, no ice, thank you very much. She spoke of her culty gym club, and he thought it was kinda weird. He spoke of spending New Years in the Catskills with his sister, and she thought it was super weird. And through these oddities, a connection blossomed, sealed with a kiss at her doorstep. Ben gave Kellie a choice for their second date. The movies, or the spa heavily featured during the underground shootout scene in John Wick. Kellie chose the spa, and the rest is history. Ben never did make it to a workout class, but the next New Years two had become three, and Ben, Kellie, and Ben's sister found themselves in the island paradise of Grenada, desperately wishing there was a restaurant and a bar at the villa. Two months later, they moved in together (Kellie and Ben, not Ben and his sister), and, on a day when Kellie had another migraine, Ben dropped to one knee at their favorite hotel and restaurant upstate, the Deer Mountain Inn, and asked her to spend her life with him. Kellie said yes. Ben and Kellie share many things in common. A love of ideas and wordplay. A passion for staying fit. A chic and Seth Roganish fashion sense. The peace that comes from a Friday night in, letting content from streaming services flood their eyeballs. But three things have brought them together more than anything else. First, they never take life too seriously. Silliness has been a binding force in their relationship from the very start. In the midst of making up nicknames for Ben, or doing strange dances while brushing her teeth, Kellie will ask Ben, "Imagine you were dating someone normal?" To which Ben will reply, "Imagine you were?" Neither will entertain the possibility, and now they'll never have to. Second, they share a desire to bring the fun to whatever it is they're doing. Whether it's a wedding, a casual get together, a ski trip where Kellie is left alone with her thoughts for most of the day, or a trip to the Ben's lakehouse or Kellie's house Windham, company brings out the best in them, and they bring out the best in the company they keep. And finally, there is the obvious, unbound, and delirious love they have for one another. These two are never happier than when they are together. It doesn't matter what they're doing or when they're doing it. When they are together, their love is as obvious as sunshine, and as illuminating. Kellie and Ben welcome you all to share this warmth in the place they've come to know as a second home, the gem of the Catskills, Windham, New York. They welcome you to join in their silliness, to bring out their best, and to let them bring out yours, as they celebrate their union and take the leap as first couple who met on Hinge to ever get married.