Our Story
How we got here.
We met in line at Variety Coffee in Bushwick, the slow one, behind a guy ordering eight drinks. Maya was reading a book she had clearly already finished. Daniel was pretending to scroll. We talked about the book for nine minutes and then traded numbers in the most cliché way possible: on the back of a receipt, with a pen borrowed from the barista.
Six months later we adopted a very anxious rescue dog named Olive. Olive does not love anyone except Maya, tolerates Daniel, and has opinions about thunderstorms. She will not be at the wedding. We promise to send photos.
We got engaged on a porch in Hudson, on the kind of October evening where the leaves are loud and the wine is cheap and the question feels obvious. There was no photographer hiding in a bush. There was just a porch, two people, and a yes.
Now we are inviting the people who made us, who put up with us, and who insist on dancing badly at every party. That's you. Please come.
