It’s hard to believe the day has finally arrived when I can bring Geoffroy back to the US. I remember the piles and piles of paperwork needed once he proposed last October. I remember the sinking feeling when I read on the immigration website that processing timelines could exceed 18 months. I also remember the stunning moment when I received the generic email saying his fiancé visa had been approved.

Today begins a new chapter in my life. I’ve been on my own for the last 15 years. Am I really ready to live with someone? Everyone tells me marriage is hard work. Do I really know what I’m getting myself into? Probably not, but I’m taking a leap of faith that whatever we encounter, we’ll do it together.

I’m not having second thoughts – not for a single minute. But I can’t help the questions that suddenly pop into my mind when I realize “mine” becomes “ours”. I can’t leave dirty dishes in the sink (not that I ever really did); I’ll need to make the bed every day; I will need to consult someone else before making major decisions. But the best part is, I’ll get to fall asleep and wake up next to an incredible person who loves me without question.

And that’s why I’ve jumped through all those hoops to get him here. To be loved for who you are is perhaps the most breathtaking experience. He gets who I am, respects that, and doesn’t feel the need to change me. I once heard true love compared to a bowl of strawberries – when you’re in love, you want to give all the perfectly ripe strawberries to the other person. And I want to give all my strawberries to Geoffroy.

I remember sitting in the airport in this exact same spot over two years ago, writing my first blog entry about leaving Portland for Paris. Who would have known how much my life would change after that first flight.

Let the adventure begin!

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