our story 

It was a regular Wednesday in Boston. 

Enter Sandy: Running 5 minutes, heart still pounding after almost walking into the wrong restaurant.

Sandy, the forever Californian, had just one dating rule: she had to be from West of the Mississippi. Rose, a Minneapolis girl, grew up two miles on the “right” side. Technicality accepted - they both couldn’t wait for date 2.

What was supposed to be a quick beach trip the day before Rose’s first day as an attending turned into a 12-hour adventure. Partly because Boston beaches have Opinions about dogs (& Mabel = non-negotiable), but also because neither of them wanted it to end (and Rose lost her keys in the sand). At 10 p.m., they finally landed at Rose’s favorite slice shop, where Sandy—famously lactose intolerant—ate the pizza anyway. (True love.)

Enter Rose: Eight hours of boards exams behind her and ~1% battery, yet (somehow) still ready for a first date.

Never-ending adventures pretty much became their vibe — he hikes or climbs anything with an incline; she says “sure, why not?” to anything that sounds like a fun time. Since then, they’ve dunked in hot springs in the Azores, trekked across mountains in the Dolomites, and skied (well, Rose mostly fell) down mountains in Japan. They’ve also learned to love each other’s homelands: Sandy now says “you betcha,” eats pickled herring, and has survived tubing on Lake Ada (still TBD on hotdish). Rose fell for Point Reyes, CA — Sandy’s hometown — which isn’t that hard to do when you grew up on a literal ocean & national park. She’s visited the family oyster farm, is now obsessed with water buffalo gelato, and learned that there’s always time to pull over for impromptu blackberry picking & afternoon swims.

Life since? Mostly tackling endless to-do lists, unfinished reno projects, 5 a.m. bi-coastal flights, and prying yet another heirloom from Mabel’s mouth. Somehow, the easy part has always been choosing each other.

In July 2025, Sandy proposed at the end of the dock on Lake Ada, at Rose’s family cabin—the place where her dad always feels close. She said yes—well, “you betcha.”

If you made it this far, you’re definitely invited. We hope you will join us to celebrate in Baja!