A Post-Covid Ceremony & Celebration of our Marriage and Family

We met and fell in love in San Francisco. Lots of cities are romantic, but none celebrate love so broadly and unassumingly. The city provided the rhythm and physics that led to the orbits of our lives crossing and then crossing again, until gradually they fell in sync and we realized we wanted to spend every day together. Our friends T and Sanaa set us up on a blind date. The old school, literal kind where we'd never seen a picture of each other and had to text what we were wearing to meet at a coffee shop. Our expectations were low but quickly exceeded, and we found ourselves wandering Duboce park conspiring which of the most playful dogs we'd like to steal. Who'd create the diversion. How we'd get away. We were both busy and it was a short date, but just absurd enough that we wanted to meet again. We went on to share our favorite runs through Golden Gate Park, our sushi go-tos, the 50's jazz club in the Haight, readings in the Mission, and all the other weird and wonderful experiences that give San Francisco its erratic pulse. It was at a concert in the Botanical Gardens, a night concert with pianos hidden in groves of trees and flowers, that we first admitted we loved each other. It was at that same concert a year later that Sam, aided by Liz and Broderick, got on one knee in front of the redwoods and proposed. We're so excited about building a life together, challenged and supported by each other, rich with family and full of friends. We're so happy you're a part of it and look forward to celebrating together.