Mitch and Molly had many mutual friends (unbeknowst to them at the time) and they first crossed paths at their friend Ted's 30th birthday party croquet event in 2011. Yeah, their friend Ted is old! Though they were both in relationships at the time, Molly remembers feeling like she wanted to get to know that guy in the plaid shorts. Mitch, who was entirely focused on winning the croquet tournament that day, remembers the sweet taste of victory and beer. Fast forward a year and a half and Mitch, who is newly single, has moved to SF from the peninsula and joined The Wolf Pack soccer team. It was on the soccer pitch that Mitch first took interest in Molly. Unfortunately, her boyfriend at the time was also on the team and teammates don't do that to each other. That being said, Mitch clearly remembers thinking, "If only I could find a girl like Molly to settle down with". Well, the universe was listening and soon enough Molly was single but with a heavy heart. Over the next couple of months and weekly soccer and softball matches Mitch and Molly's bond continued to grow. The Wolf Pack team members could sense this mutual attraction and forbid them from dating. Relationship issues had already cost the pack one teammate and another failed relationship could now jeopardize two intramural sports teams. So when the team captain and manager (Robin & Ted) left to New Zealand for a few weeks, Mitch took the opportunity to invite Molly to the movies. They went to the movie Gravity at the Kabuki Theater in Pacific Heights, drank a bottle of wine, had a couple sips of tequila offered to them by a chance encounter and started to fall for each other.

Like many couples in SF, Mitch and I struggled to let go of our rent controlled apartments. When home-ownership is a pipe dream, San Franciscans tend to start considering their rent-control digs as an asset and shy away from letting that secure lease go. To weather this conundrum Mitch and I set out to make SWOT analyses of each apartment (Strengths, Weaknesses, Opporunities, Threats) to see whose apartment would come out on top. The Mission neighborhood on Treat Ave was quite spicy at this time and Pac Heights squeeked by with the win. Mitch was wary of not having a parking garage, while I was more worried about his neighborhood's Lululemon uniform. Since moving in together, Mitch has come to understand how I can't seem to put lids on correctly and should never "bake" while I lovingly refer to him as "the kitchen nazi" and have discovered his magic card collection.

I think we both knew that our relationship was special when Mitch accompanied me to my cousin Bridget's wedding in March of 2014. Our relationship was relatively new, but I couldn't wait for him to meet my cousins and pass "the uncle test." Under the pressure of learning 50+ names and how they are related to me, Mitch thrived. He taught underage cousins the art of craps, he snuck into the pool after hours and was the first one at the bar for the Arsenal game that morning. My mom swears that on the dance floor "Mitch had a full glass of Jameson, and didn't spill a drop." Mitchapalooza was in his element and I was swooning. After that weekend, I was officially head-over-heels/mildly panicked about how much I liked him.

We first said "I love you" at my best friend Coleen's wedding later in July of that year. Weddings seemed to be something special for us...but maybe because we spent most free weekends attending them. In fact, we attended 8 weddings in that first year of dating and it didn't slow down much in the years after. Weddings mark important milestones for us and have been some of our favorite memories with our loved ones. Now that we get to host our own wedding, we are hoping to have you all stay a few extra days, get to know one another, and have the time of your life.