Current circumstances have forced us to regretfully cancel our wedding as planned. We envisioned it being nothing less than a gathering with every one of you under the same roof: a union of our lives through a union of the people who so richly populate them. While that cannot happen, we also cannot wait to be married. So, no less enthusiastically, we will exchange vows in a private ceremony. Your encouragement and support, now and through the years, means the world to us. Thank you for it. We hope to celebrate with you in happier, safer times.

After Javor's fall performance schedule, Whitney's final exam schedule, and the holiday crush, a New Year's Eve getaway seemed unlikely—but at the last minute, Javor found a little house upstate with a fireplace and a state park behind. About five minutes into their first hike, they stopped on a boulder to watch the sunset through winter-bare trees. Javor turned to Whitney and said "Baby, thank you for coming so far with me." She looked at him and said something like, "You call that far?" Of course, the distance he had in mind was of another kind: "No, I mean the past year and a half. I don't want to spend another year without you." You can guess what happened next!

Whitney walked into a Greenwich Village wine bar on her second OkCupid date of the night not expecting much—"Jay" wasn't looking for anything serious. Perhaps because the pressure was off, they talked un-self-consciously enough about philosophy and Debussy and exes' stuffed animals that they wanted to see each other again. And again. And again. And then, eventually, for the rest of their lives.