Mollie and I met nearly four years ago in a field. A cool spring day in Prospect Park. We'd both come out of long term relationships, and neither of us were looking to get into anything too serious. I biked over from my apartment on Ocean Avenue to meet her outside of Parkside Ave, wearing a short-sleeved, floral buttoned-down. She walked down to receive me comfortable, black sweatpants. (Clearly, she didn't mind if this went south). We strolled to the park, making nervously-excited chit chat before we picked a spot to put down a picnic blanket. It felt chillier than what Weather.com said it would be... for a Miamian like Mollie, Weather.com might as well have read a hypothermic "55F". We scooted close to each other for warmth, bringing our crossed legs together until our knees met. We leaned and talked close to block the wind, still getting to know each other but both feeling there was something more here. We continued the next several weeks seeing each other one to three times a week, intentionally endeavoring to stay measured in our affection and not rush into anything "too serious", as we steadily fell in love. Compulsively watching horror movies, laughing into late nights, babbling nonsensically at the end of a long therapy day to her (now our) cat and dog, hunting for "something gluten-free, something delicious", pranking each other with silly physical comedy, dancing for hours at hip clubs, and many more joyous nights, became the regular expectation when spending time together. I was welcomed into Mollie's loving family, began triangulating with her Rists (sisters), and was received into Jewish traditions, learning prayers and lighting Shabbat candles, cheersing, or *ting*'ing, as Mollie calls it, our wine at Passover. I found myself smiling at stories of the boundless resilience of the Jewish people; introducing Mollie to my mother and brother, knowing my father would have loved her joyful, silly nature, and would have probably said, "and she's a looker, too!" I'm proud to say I waited a whole 3 months before I told Mollie I loved her. And she said it back, after a few hours of careful consideration. Which I appreciated, because I'd kind of just shot from the hip (: I was so happy, and so was she. Slowly, we merged our lives into one, her attending some of my comedy shows (some great, others leaving her with less of a need to attend future shows), and me going with Mollie to hold her hand every time she needs to get blood drawn and face a needle. On my 29th birthday, she worked in secret with my mom to recreate one of my favorite birthdays from childhood: a backyard-wide super soaker fight, replete with over a hundred water balloons and haybale barricades. Mollie is the most caring, kind, loving, and smile-inducing partner one could ever hope to have, and at the risk of speaking on her behalf, I think she'd say the same about me - after a few hours of careful consideration, of course. So, that's our story - so far! And we're overjoyed to embark on this next chapter with all of you at our wedding in October. See you on the dance floor!