Like so many of the couples I get to work with, our love story is stitched together from modern swipes and old‑fashioned serendipity.
We met on Hinge.
Whenever a couple tells me they met online, I always want to hear the moment a profile turned into a person they couldn’t forget. The internet has a funny way of playing with fate.
For us, fate looked like a five‑digit number.

We realized we shared the same tiny hometown zip code—one of the only matches who ever did. In a place where a graduating class of one hundred feels enormous, it felt less like coincidence and more like a quiet nudge from the universe: pay attention.

So we did. We met for coffee at my favorite shoreside café. One easy conversation slipped into the next, and somewhere between sips we discovered our families already had history with one another. There was this soft, familiar feeling, as if we were remembering something instead of beginning it.

In May 2025, we said our vows at a historic estate in Philadelphia, another city that holds a permanent piece of my heart. For the girl who played with Barbies a little too long, marrying my Ken felt like every childhood daydream finally coming into focus. It was, in every way, the best day of my life.

You’ll see a few photographs of us in Paris woven through this site. We almost eloped there, but instead folded my dress and his suit into our honeymoon luggage and carried our wedding day across the ocean. We wandered Parisian streets in full wedding attire, tulle catching the morning light, and it felt like reliving our vows in another language. It was pure magic.

If you’ve ever thought about slipping back into your wedding attire somewhere beautiful—across the world or just across town—this is your sign. Put the dress on one more time. Step back into the feeling. Some chapters deserve to be lived twice. Because in the end, it’s those small, serendipitous details—shared zip codes, favorite songs, cities you can’t stop thinking about—that I fall in love with in every story I’m invited into.

Just after buying our first home on September 21st, in Central Park—my favorite date in one of my favorite cities—Ken asked me to marry him. Our song, “Better Together,” floated through the trees to quietly cue our photographer, and suddenly I was standing inside my own When Harry Met Sally moment, the city humming softly around us. I said yes, through happy tears.