We're getting married ... finally!

After a hell of a year, let's have a damn wedding! Join us in the Cuddy backyard for a celebration so nice we planned it thrice.

We met at the very classy Wild Rover bar in Boston where I was a shot girl ... (I know, I know). Chris struck up a conversation with me, we exchanged numbers and the rest is history. Our first date was soon after where we went sneaker shopping (date legitimacy still up for debate), and to Kowloon for hot sake. The "how we met" story is a bit out of character for us, but still a favorite story to tell. FUN FACT: We grew up two miles down the road from each other on opposite ends of Central Street, Saugus.

After celebrating Christmas Eve with family, we went back to our apartment and were getting ready for bed. We don't typically exchange Christmas presents, but Chris said that he had a very small present for me to open that night. I opened the gift bag to find a new sweatshirt from the school where Chris teaches. As I was pulling the sweatshirt over my head to try it on, Chris got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. We could barely sleep from the excitement of telling our families the news on Christmas morning, but it was really special to have a night where we kept the news to ourselves.