Sarah and Andrew met at their mutual friends’ wedding in Ft Worth, Texas (Hunter and Lauren) after the bride caught Andrew walking back to his table and had this friend that she thought he should meet. Somewhere out there in the ether, a photo exists from an unidentified family member who captured a time slice (maybe 5? minutes after initial contact was made) with a wide-eyed Andrew and Sarah standing behind the happy newly married couple. They did not cease talking to each other for the rest of the evening, to the chagrin, vexation, and lamentation of the rest of their friend circles. It was a silly idea though, because Sarah had relatively recently started a new job in D.C., and Andrew was in Houston just about to apply to residency programs and move to a different part of the country and they probably wouldn’t see each other ever again. But they stayed in touch. They texted each other novels, and Sarah called one evening instead of texting back (“Oh, I just thought it would be easier to call than text…”), then they found themselves talking every day, then found themselves face-timing every day. A few weeks later, Sarah (coyly) had friends that she wanted to visit in Houston and (very coyly) asked Andrew whether he would be around to (still extremely coyly) maybe catch up in person while she was in town. They did. Fast forward a few more weeks, then Andrew wonders if Sarah would mind if he visited her in D.C. (this was specifically not coy in any shape or form). The long story short from there: they decided they would date, kept things going long-distance for a few years, then COVID happened and the world flipped upside down, and Sarah moved to Pittsburgh, then Andrew proposed to her in front of both of their entire families on a hunch that she would say yes. And she said yes.