Credit where credit is due, we met thanks to the Algorithm Gods of the loved/loathed/ubiquitous dating apps. The story goes Rosie wrote Anna a darling, heartfelt message on OKCupid that, spoiler alert, went unanswered. Anna was, at the time, in a love/hate relationship with OKC, and thus neither saw, nor responded, to the message. Slightly bruised, but mostly fine, Rosie went back to her life. Fast forward six weeks. Anna is at her apartment in Park Slope, Rosie on the purple couch on the Upper West Side, both of us casually swiping through Tinder when...a match! Anna and Rosie had matched on an entirely different app. Now Rosie immediately recognized Anna and thought, "hey, here she is again." And Anna, we assume, thought to herself "who is that striking and majestic woman in the red pants?" So, Anna wrote Rosie a message, none the wiser, and Rosie, respectful and prideful, decided to play it cool, and not reveal that she had indeed sent what would be the first message of their relationship, a whole six weeks prior. And so the chatting began. Salutations, introductions, pleasantries, slightly inflated and embellished facts and figures...the usual stuff. Yet, both were intrigued enough to want to meet in person. So, we did. And the rest, as they say...

These are two epic stories. Remind us to tell you in person!

You are our community, our people. You've lifted us up and supported us separately and together since we met, and we are so grateful to be able to celebrate our wedding, marriage, and union with you, our loved ones. Thank you for being there for us and for traveling to Maine to raise a glass with us and dance the night away!