What really matters...

I am marrying the most wonderful man that I have ever met.

Both of us had the "wow" moment when we met each other, but the timing wasn't right. In fact, we talk often about the perfect (well, kind of) circumstances in our lives that led us to each other.

I am so impressed by his drive and ambition, his focus to actually get the work done (as opposed to my willing procrastination) and Anthony, in turn, greatly values my support and honesty regarding his work. He is so encouraging of my writing, but doesn't pressure me to work "harder" on it. He gives me ideas and helps me develop these. All of our ideas ping-pong back-and-forth and it pleases me to no end the continuous discussions we are able to have regarding our respective passions. He teases me saying "And you thought that we would run out of things to talk about!"

Anthony is the kindest, most giving person. He is non-judgmental, compassionate, understanding, and a wonderful listener.

We made a promise to each other and ourselves that we will never let an annoyance or moment of hurt ruin our relationship: we bring up every possible issue or fight to attention as soon as tactfully possible, in order to avoid the lingering negativity. In short, we work on our relationship constantly. When you bring up problems when they occur - though it can slightly heated in the moment - nothing is avoided. Perhaps I will feel differently after we have been married for a while, but for now I personally feel better just saying what is bothering me - that, sometimes more than Anthony's response, is such a relief - rather than bottling the negative emotions.

I love him so much, and know we will both put all of our efforts into making this marriage work. Although, as we have told each other many times before, being in love sure makes the "work" not feel like it.