About time, right?

Our great friend Sarah Naughton was celebrating her birthday. She gathered near and dear ones, from across the boroughs. Young Lizzie had just arrived in the Big Apple the summer before, and Rob was living the Brooklyn life. Two lost performers just looking for a good time, taking a night off from their survival jobs. The hands of fate placed our young lovers in a divey-oyster bar in the Lower East Side, their star crossed gazes locking for the first time. After a night of victorious games on a leopard print pool table, (truly the hands of fate, because we both are just okay at pool), the rest is history...

One week later, after the pool table incident, Rob FINALLY texted Lizzie. He had been "sick." Anyway.. He met Lizzie out front of her apartment building, and from there they meandered through the very streets of Harlem that they would be spending the next 6 years together in. After the stroll of a lifetime, they landed at a table with a pitcher of margaritas and convinced their waiter that they had been married for years and both had affairs with their pool boy....naturally. Rain let loose upon West Harlem as they ran home through a downpour, stopping only to dance in the Gazebo-clad Sakura Park and share their first kiss.

Six years later: years spent full of laughter, adventure, and navigation down the wild roads of life, Rob made the plan to propose. Fatefully a trip to Paris was called for in the form of nuptials of a dear family friend. They spent a few days eating all that Paris had to offer, and then traveled down to the southern hills of Beaujolais for the wedding. After a moonlit walk through the clay soil of a ripe vineyard, a gaze upon the sloping French hills from a 14th Century watchtower, some encounters with a cow or two, and utterly drinking the region dry of its wine, they returned to Paris for a few days of exploring, just the two of them. Unknown to Lizzie, a ring hid in Rob's pocket as the right moment approached. He found that moment in the wilder, secluded pathway in front of the Sacré Coeur. He asked a passing tourist to take their photo in front of a beautiful evergreen tree, and as they posed he dropped to one knee. In front of a small crowd, the Basilica, and a beautiful garden, Rob nervously mumbled the most beautiful words Lizzie had ever heard. They agreed to love each other for the rest of their lives, and now here we are. And we are so happy you'll be with us.