Photo: Port Orford, Ore., three months into our relationship…As our sister B&B guest and new friend snapped this photo she chanted: "Ya'll are gettin' married…." Yeah. We knew it then….

Three years ago from this past May, the subject line of an email I sent to my closet friends read: "I've Met Someone." One week after that, that someone and I dashed in the spring rain from a Friday night art gallery show into the dry safety of his car. There, he turned to me and said: "Leisa?…I think I'm falling in Love with you." "Dee," I turned to him and said back, "I've been falling in love with you all week."

Funny, ironic, how the boyfriend before Dee would send me online Psychology Today articles about the biochemistry of love. He found them interesting and knew so would I. I recall one describing "falling in love" to be much like just what those three words feel like. It described the process as an endorphin rush of chemicals that made the one experiencing them feel as if they were literally about to fall over. I recall, very vividly, that feeling during that first year with Dee and in special heart-palpitating moments of the two subsequent. And that feeling, and 36 months-plus of togetherness of relationship highs, ah-ha's, cross country and inter-continental travel, arguments and daily ho-hum, has come to this place in time where we will–very, very soon–stand before 35 of our closet friends and families in our new home and say: "I Do."