For some reason, the title of this thread makes me think of the guys on King of the Hill standing around, drinking beer, and then someone nonchalantly makes a comment. “Looks like I’m gettin’ married.” “Yup.” “Yup.” “Mmm-hmm.”
Congratulations.
Best wishes to both of you, Tapioca Dextrin! My husband is also British (a Brummie) and we had plenty of hoops to jump through before he took the plunge and moved to the U S of A. Of course, that was 15+ years ago and a LOT has changed since then.
We had a loooong long-distance relationship, lasting about 10 years or so. As it got seriouser and seriouser, I did a lot of research and phoned up the INS (“Immigration and Naturalization Service” – the precursor to ICE) with all sort of “what ifs.” Anonymously, of course, with each situation being “my reality” until we decided the best course of action.
In the end, since he had an open-ended B1-B2 Visa, he just got on an airplane, flew to LAX, and two weeks later we eloped to Las Vegas. Totally on the spur of the moment, totally unplanned. That’s our story and we’re sticking to it! 
It was easy enough to convert his work visa back then. These days you can’t do that, and Brits on holiday fly on a “visa waiver.”
Congratulations on your pending nuptuals!
And then Bob’s your uncle! Congrats!
Does the LDR keep you from wanting a far-flung honeymoon?
Congratulations, wishing you both the best !
Now all I have to do is wait for some faceless bureaucrat in Angola to process my work visa. It’ll all be worth it, though.
Mazel tots! That’s like congratulations but with more taters.