Erica picked Spencer up at a bar. That’s the line they tell family and friends. If you haven’t heard this story, you’re probably nodding your head thinking, “I see that.” It was a rip-roaring night at J.J. Foley’s in the South End. Erica showed up after one of her most difficult days at work to say goodbye to one of her all-time favorite co-workers. Spencer was already at the bar. Mutual friends introduced them (thanks, Brendan!). Very-sober Erica asked him what he was drinking, and the very-not-so-sober Spencer replied “whisky.” A natural storyteller, Erica told Spencer her grandmother’s regret in life was not drinking more whisky (a true Moreira family trivia). From there, they shared family stories, heritage, and hobbies. Spencer offered to teach Erica how to ride a bicycle that chilly, dark, October night. Instead, Erica offered her number. (Pause: Yes, she really doesn’t know how to ride a bike). She’s still listed in his phone as “Erica Moura: Boston Herald.” Snow storms, Erica’s habit of chasing the infamous Boston Yeti for a story, and parking bans made things complicated. But they talked almost every night on the phone until one day Erica asked Spencer to go steady. And the rest is a happily-ever-after story.

They decided on Portland, Maine for their annual post-Christmas getaway. After having a pint at the local watering hole, they headed to their hotel room to get ready for their fancy dinner. Erica, started to wax poetic about how happy she was, and went in for a snuggly, cuddly, bear hug. (For the record: Totally unlike her) But, Spencer abruptly pushed her away. She shouted, "What the f$%#," just in time to realize his awkwardly swift back lunge was about to be a proposal. "Are you serious?" she said through bursts of tears. He asked, "Honey, will you marry me". ... She eventually said "Yes."