On a sunny June afternoon in 2018, Molly and Nikki met for a picnic in Central Park. It was their first date, but they had been exchanging long, detailed messages and getting to know each other over text for weeks previously. Under the sun-dappled shade of a wide branched tree, they sat, knees touching, on a blanket Nikki had brought, sharing blueberries and strawberries Molly had bought. Four hours passed like a blink of an eye in peals of laughter and intense, curious conversation. When asked about this first date and what it meant, Molly will say: “I looked at her and knew we would fall in love. That our futures would be intertwined, some way or another.” For Nikki?: “I had never felt so calm, so myself, around another person before. And I knew I’d do anything to have her in my life for as long as she wanted to be with me.” Six and a half years later, Nikki and Molly’s love has grown - strong, bountiful, endless - with the ebb and flow of this world. They have weathered and supported each other through chaos, loss, instability. They have celebrated and championed each other through successes, adventures, leaps of faith. Their picnic blanket has transmuted into a beautiful home in the West Village; the fruits they shared metamorphosed into the meals they cook together - for themselves, and for their family and friends (including their sweet kitty, Maeby). That first spark of laughter and curious conversation between them has grown roots -- though great lengths of time between them continue to pass in a beautiful, effervescent New York minute. Molly and Nikki invite you, the people they hold dearest, to witness and participate in their union: to honor the individuals they were, in Central Park on that sunny June afternoon in 2018, and to celebrate the family they will create together.