j'aime mon fiancé.

They say opposites attract. I've often thought this was a phrase penned simply to further storylines in our favorite romantic novels or to explain why nice girls routinely fall for bad boys. But then I met Gabriel.

He is technical, and I am creative.
He is steady and I am an emotional mess.
He is stick-to-it-iveness embodied, and I...well, I am not.
He is logical, and I am whimsical.
He is softspoken, and I am likely to be heard in a room.
He is athletic, and I'm artistic.
He is right brained, and I am all left.

Yet regardless of all these differences, there is a balance that makes life better for both of us. I can tie his bows and he can troubleshoot my software...so to speak. There are gentle, kind moments, thoughtfully supportive words and cheerful laughs. There's elated talk of the future, savoring of the present and turning over of the past.

Whether from six thousand miles away or six inches apart, our love simply works. And so, he will become my husband. And I will become his wife.

We couldn't be any happier. :)