Like all great love stories, ours began in a time of chaos—2020, when the world collectively shouted, “Could this BE any crazier?” We met on Hinge, the "app meant to be deleted." And after extensive Facetiming to confirm neither of us was a pandemic-era super spreader, delete it we did. Our first date took place in Pacifica, with Tim bringing a charcuterie spread worthy of a Ross-approved pivot to fine dining on a cliff overlooking the ocean. From there, we embraced what we called “homeless dating.” Armed with Tim’s car, a tent, and a picnic blanket, we turned quarantine into an adventure. Whether exploring the Bay, discovering hidden food gems (even in Bakersfield!), or balancing Rachel’s tech job with Tim’s medical training, we learned to adapt and thrive as a team. Through every twist and turn, we’ve been each other’s rock—and now, we’re so excited to take the next step in our greatest adventure yet: saying “I do.”

Three years later, Tim brought Rachel back to where it all began—Pacifica, the same cliff, the same picnic setup, and a ring hidden in his pocket. Unlike their first date, where the weather was chef’s kiss perfect, this time, the wind had apparently received an invitation. Tim gave his inaudible but totally heartwarming and witty speech, and Rachel, struggling to hear over what felt like a full-blown hurricane, smiled and nodded as if she understood a word. Tim powered through, shouting his love into the storm before pulling out a small wooden box. Inside: a dazzling ring that even the wind couldn’t overshadow. At some point, Tim blacked out, but when he came to, Rachel was wearing the ring, grinning ear to ear, and yelling into the ocean, “I’m going to be a samonim!” (roughly translated: “I’m marrying a doctor!”). Jokes on Rachel, Tim's life-long dream of having a suga mama finally came true - thanks Bezos!