The rest of our lives starts in Brooklyn

Samantha was walking on East 33rd Street one unseasonably chilly night in June when a man in a hooded jacket came up from behind her and grabbed her bag, trying to pull it away. She shrieked in shock and fear. All of a sudden Eric stepped in, tugged the bag back from the thief, and pulled Samantha away by the arm, swiftly whisking her into safety. Just kidding. They met online. But it was romantic. They promise. There was bonding over sharing the motherland of Long Island. There was flirtatious debate over the best tre formaggi pizza in the city. And there were cocktails. Lots and lots of cocktails. Fast forward five years and they have adopted the parents and siblings of the other as their own. They share a home, a cat with a serious reputation on the streets of the Bronx, and just about everything else. They are seldom apart. They are desperately in love. And they are excited to seal the deal with a smooch in front of you all at their wedding.