I get a lot of pressure from my friends (certain ones in particular) to hurry things up with Eriko. Set a wedding date, get her over here, etc. Those friends tend to be older or wish they had started a family earlier. I’ve struggled to defend my viewpoint: which is that I’m patient and letting her take the lead so that we both know its what she wants. I’ve used philosophical and pratical arguments which still end up painting me as this loony in-love guy. I had a moment of truth when I was talking to Bill yesterday and the rationale behind my madness became obvious – I’m not ready. I don’t push her, I don’t force a date, I don’t get uncomfortable at the distance – because as long as we are moving forward, even at a snail’s pace, I am comfortable. The rock behind that is probably that my dad didn’t get married until he was close to 30.