"Right before graduation, I sent my fiancé a ridiculously mushy love text… except it went to my mom instead. Mortifying? Yes. But it also reminded me of those early, love-drunk years where we wrote over-the-top paragraphs daily. When was the last time you sent your partner a message so sappy you’d be embarrassed if your mom saw it? Maybe it’s time to start again."

Then one day, Naz looked at me and gently said: “I feel like you care more about the wedding than you care about me.” Oof. It stung. At first, I was frustrated. Didn't he see everything I was juggling? But deep down, I knew he wasn’t wrong. I was so wrapped up in the logistics that I was losing sight of why I was doing any of it in the first place.

Before we got married, we went through a few weeks of pre-marital counseling and were asked, “What expectations do you each have going into this?” We both genuinely replied that we had NO expectations for our marriage. None at all. We smiled at each other, giddy in love, and actually believed what we had just said.