Where do I even start with these two…?

I met up with Brit and Jose in San Francisco, near Fisherman’s Wharf. Duncan and I had just gotten fish tacos moments before (my favourite food. Or…chocolate? No. Fish tacos.), so I was all hyped up and ready to third-wheel a date.

Which is basically what it looked like: me, being a creep, stalking this adorable couple on their date around San Francisco.

Whatever.

Our first stop was this rad museum of old arcade games that still worked; I’m talking early 1900s old! Then we walked out along the pier, stared at Alcatraz, talked about Alcatraz, got on a true crime tangent…

We also ran into some pigeons, which led to the revelation that Brit is terrified of pigeons! Jose swings kicks at them to save her from their beady little eyes (don’t worry, he doesn’t actually kick them). Love, true love.

But really though, Brit and Jose are so in love with each other. There’s no hiding it. They’ve been together three years so far, married in October of last year. Their relationship has followed a pattern, which I found amusing: when Jose asked her out, Brit said no. Two weeks later, she apparently changed her mind. When he asked her to be his girlfriend, she said no. Two weeks later… He even had to ask her to marry him twice! But apparently that was because she was so busy freaking out and saying, “what’s happening?!” that she never got around to actually saying yes.

Here’s how the proposal went down:

Brit was suspicious from the word go (yeah, I know; a full day of suspicion and she still lost her mind when he popped the question). Jose was home by 5pm (which he never is) and ironing his shirt (which he never does). Off they went to the restaurant where they had their first date. Jose wanted to walk along the pier, but Brit’s hair was wet, and she was cold, and it was raining, so they walked through the ferry building. Jose managed to coax her back out into the rain; he really wanted to make it to the end of Pier 1. That was going to be “the spot.” But Brit was so non-stop with the questions and the confusion and the “I’m so cold!” that apparently half-way down Pier 1 was “the spot” after all.

Watching them tell me this story was delightful. He was so annoyed but so smitten.

And then.

Then.

I asked them to recreate their first dance, from their wedding–it’s one of my favourite things to have couples do at sessions. (That tip is free, from me to you.) Anyway, they agree, Jose digs out his phone to play the song, and next thing I know, these two badasses are busting out the most incredible fucking salsa dance. Right there on Pier 39.

Be still my heart.

Why don’t you just scroll down and take a look for yourself, it’s pretty great. And then, you should go check out Brit’s work!! She’s an amazing oil painter. Click heeeeere