It was September of 2015 and the Mets had just clinched their spot in a post season that would prove to be most heart wrenching, but most memorable. Conversation sparked over a shared fondness of mini golf, and a shared competitive edge. A date was planned at Pier 25 in Tribeca where the mini golf rivalry could be put to rest (although it is continuing multiple countries and over a year later). Her: I remember that night was the first really cold fall night of the year and though it was quite crisp, the sky was clear and bright. We must have been having fun because I don't ever remember being cold outside on the golf course! I was immediately drawn to his warm smile and jovial but serious attitude on the course. Him: I debated with coworkers bringing my actual putter because I thought it would be hilarious. They vetoed it but when I told her, she said it would have been funny. That's when I knew that she was special.

After 18 holes and a winner finally named, (Her: was there any doubt?? I have extensive family history in mini golf. Him: I obviously let her win!) we hung around for a drink on a nearby docked sailboat with Lady Liberty twinkling in the distance. Our following dates consisted of bowling, biking in Central Park, watching good and bad moments of the Mets post-season, and a scavenger hunt through the West Village (we won, of course). Her: I knew with our dates there would always be fun, adventure, and teamwork and from there I began to get quite attached. Him: Each time we were together, I had more fun, and I just wanted to spend more and more time together.

Over the following months, time together became greater than time apart. We got to meet each other's families, celebrate the holidays (Him: I got to build a Lego Menorah. Her: I hid a Bengal's ornament on a die-hard NY Giant fan's Christmas tree), see an opera, ski in -25 degree weather, jet away to Bermuda, play more mini-golf, take trips to the NY Botanical Gardens, celebrate birthday's in untoppable ways, and... move in together. Him: I was so excited, I even broke down some of my LEGO sets!

A year passed and after spending this past Thanksgiving separately with family, we were very much looking forward to enjoying the weekend together. Paul arrived bright and early and convinced Maura out of her pajamas and out for a post-Thanksgiving run. We ran through the beautiful crisp, fall morning and came upon a long dock out to Lake Hapatcong. We decided to walk out on the dock where Paul completely surprised Maura, getting down on a knee, and proposing. Her: I remember the stillness and quietness of the lake; it was just us, just that moment, and it was perfect. Him: I don't think my heart rate has ever been higher on a run in my life.

We are absolutely ecstatic to begin our life together as husband and wife and we are so blessed to be surrounding by such wonderful and loving family as we do. See you in October!!

Unfortunately, the story did not end quite as well for the Mets.