As my engagement comes to a close, I realize how little I will miss this interim stage in our relationship or the wedding-planning details that go along with it. We are increasingly aware that no matter what happens with the ceremony, the music, the food, and a million other details, at the end of the day we will be married. And, despite all the discussion about the experience of a wedding, and the significance of marriage, it comes down to just that: Stephanie will be my wife, and I will be her husband.

Under the chuppah on that day, in a section of the ceremony we designed ourselves with the help of our rabbi, Stephanie will give me a ring and say in Hebrew, "With abundant love have I loved you." I will respond, "With everlasting love have I loved you." And so it shall be, an abundant and everlasting love. That, truly, is the only meaning we need. That is the highest meaning there is. July 1 is my Yom Kippur. July 1 is my wedding day.