After reading our blog or hearing us talk about all the layers and layers of process and other red tape we are wading through in order to to get married in a little church in Italy, people often ask why? Why are we are going to all this trouble? Are we crazy? Anal retentive? Masochistic? Do we have Italian ancestry?

(No on that last question, by the way. To answer the other questions, you’ll have to read on…)

Friends ask this. So have parents, siblings, co-workers, the cashier at the store, the waitress at the restaurant, the marriage advocate at our parish church, you name him or her and they have asked it.


Because. Because this time it’s different. I mean no disrespect to those women who I have known before Suzanna but this time it really is different. And were not talking a little different here. It’s hugely, world’s-apart kind of different.

Now, I’ve been around the block a few times. I’m 54 after all. Been married twice. Have three wonderful children. And I’ve experienced my share of trial and tribulation. Sheer joy, triumph, and happiness as well as many low moments, sadness, and despair. Who hasn’t?

But I have never experienced true love. True—no questions asked—dyed in the wool, absolute acceptance and joy wrapped up and around another human being—love.

And I have never felt before that someone feels the same way about me.

I really, truly, in the center of my heart feel that this is Kismet, as Zanna first explained to me when I asked her what that meant.

Kismet: that feeling/belief/absolute truth that this is fate. Destiny. Just meant to be. That I have finally met that person that was meant for me. And me for her. Soul mates.

Of course, I am a man and I’m not supposed to feel like this. Scratch that. Maybe it’s okay to feel that way, but please don’t express it, at least not  openly and in public. Well, too bad; I just did.

So, What Does This Have To Do With…

So what does this have to do with working for months—years if you count the annulment process—and spending a bunch of mindshare and money to get married in a little hill town in the Tuscany region of Italy instead of some far simpler, standard, easier place, like, for example, our parish church in Seattle?

It has everything to do with it. Because, since I am finally marrying my soul mate—Suzanna—the person God intended for me to marry, the person that I am head over heels in love with and always will be, that I wanted to pull out all stops and have a fabulously romantic and wonderful wedding. Okay, maybe not all stops but to do something radically different and fun.

Something for us. Because of us and by us.

That’s why. Any more questions?

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