While some of you may have heard various versions of how we met from the story-teller himself, ranging from buying fruit at the grocery store, to being set up by a friend... the important part is that some way, somehow, two years after the bride moved to the GTA, and about 18 years after the groom “got off the boat”, the unlikely union of an Afghan “who had only ever dabbled in the Middle East” and some Canadian French girl from way up North, met and fell in love.

We could not have chosen a better (or more challenging) partner to navigate this life together... and we could not have handpicked better friends and family to stick by us as we go through the good, the bad and the ugly. Thanks to all of you for being part of our crazy journey together, for all the laughs along the way, and for all the memories we will continue to create.

We’re the lucky ones.