They take these great wedding photos in Taiwan. It took a whole day to shoot 150 photos, for which we chose the 26 there. She had two “wedding” dresses as well as the black and red ones.
She had a different wedding dress for out Tokyo wedding, which was where we had the actual party.
Three wedding dresses, five dresses in total, but all rented.
Makes correction :
I think I’m luckly.
I am envious. Not jealous–I don’t want to destroy what you have–but envious. 
Where to begin?
I love the dusky color of her eyelids – I rarely fall asleep without staring at them for quite awhile first.
I love that she doesn’t like vanilla ice cream, whereas I don’t like chocolate. When ice cream case is served, we mesh perfectly by eating what we like and then trading plates.
I love that she maintains such a close relationship with her family, inspiring me to do the same with mine. Without her example, I’d probably talk to my family monthly instead of several times a week.
I love those three beauty marks she has in a perfect line, almost making up her own personal Orion’s Belt.
I love that she openly tells me my jokes are terrible, but then lists me as “the funniest person she knows” in places she doesn’t expect me to read.
I love that we can talk. And talk and talk and talk.
I love that she often knows what I like better than I do.
I love every inch of her body, no matter what her opinion on any part of it.
I love that she’s made me a much better person than I ever expected, and a better husband and father than I would have ever thought possible.
I love her with every bit of my existence.
His English accent (I go all weak)
His tendency to horrible horrible puns.
His dapper metrosexual style.
The fact he’s a total pervert.
The fact that he flew 3000 miles and drove for six hours just to see me for the first time.
The fact that he sent me the most beautiful jewlery before we even met (in person, we met on line)…no dimond, no gold, just because he nailed my taste from the beginning.
Because once again before we met in person he sent me some…very intimate pictures. At which point I blurted out (typed out) I love you.(And then backpedaled furiously as it seemed far to soon but we came back to it. And was just so touched a Top would show me himself as so vunerable)
And the fact that he’s brilliant and generous and witty and caring.
And he has a really nice hat.
Oh yeah, and because when he proposed marriage (which hasn’t happened yet but I’ve set my hat) he did it in an acrostic.
And the first time we had a phone conversation we talked for 12 hours. Which is not why I love him but it does tell you something.
And of course there is the hot butt, but that’s a given. 
Ohhhhh, you guys are making me all sniffly! Now I have to join in the happyfest!
When he would leave for work before I woke up, he’d tuck me in.
Now that I sometimes go to bed earlier, he tucks me in then.
When I come to bed after him, he rolls over in his sleep, mumbles, “Mmmmmloveyou,” and hugs me.
When he looks at me, his eyes are so honest and loving and unguarded. I want to carry that look with me all the time, but I can never capture it in a photo. So I take extra time to really look and burn it into my memory.
He is truly the kindest man I’ve ever met (and this is also the thing that can piss me off the most).
He makes me care about my own safety. I’m so much more careful now, in everything I do, because I know how much he would hurt if anything happened to me.
His presence is very soothing.
When I’m worn down and need some comfort, he pulls me close and puts his hand on my head.
He knows when, “Yeah, I have money for lunch,” is a lie.
Not quite a year ago, I had a nervous breakdown. When tiny chores like putting air in a flat tire were too much, he did them. When the pills the campus quack shack threw at me made me hyperventilate and shake so badly that I couldn’t make it up the stairs to bed, he scooped me up and carried me.
He has a really nice back. And arms. Mmmmm…
And he makes me smile. A lot.
While watching Doctor Who last night, my wife turned to me and said:
“Wait! But I thought clone planets were a violation of Galactic Directive #5?”
My padawan has come a long way…
Mr. Ujest, is that you??!