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.