Zman simjateinu

Sukkot is upon us.  For eight days, we are commanded to be happy.  I've always rebelled against this notion.  How can you legislate a feeling?

Marrying Mr. Boy

Mr. Boy dislikes science fiction.  He insists that Québecois is real French.  When he is involved in a project, he focuses on that to the exclusion of everything around him and his own self care.  He goes to Northwestern.  He's shy to the extent that it limits his social interactions.  He claims there are parts of his life I will never understand because I'm not a twin, and then doesn't explain them.

That's a short list of what I see as his shortcomings, to underscore that I know he has them.  That said, we're getting married, which still seems unreal after two days of being "true".  I feel blessed to have him in my life, and I'm looking forward to being married, and we're taking wedding planning one step at a time.