let's try this again!

We met at the wedding of his brother, Brian, and my best friend, Amanda. He was the Best Man. I was the Maid of Honor. He lived in the Bay, I lived in LA. Cue the Rom Com montage... Little did we know that 3 years and a pandemic later, Mr. San Francisco himself would relinquish his throne as the Boi King of Sylvan House, and make his way down to sunny Southern California, a place he would "never" move (he was surfing and hiking within months). Our officiant, David Gborie, convinced him to make the move, and we are eternally grateful to him :) With Amanda's matchmaking (and obvious witchcraft), we went on our first date. We laughed all night. There was pool, there was karaoke! And when we looked up, it had been SEVEN hours. The bar was closing, but it felt like no time had passed. We left that night knowing we had found something very special. And then we HAD A BABY! Life moves fast...