I posted this on Facebook, but decided that I'm posting it here as well. A little over six years ago, I unexpectedly met this guy when I decided to take a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Kenya. After two weeks that I will never forget, he looked at me as I was getting on an airplane to come home and told me that he was going to marry me someday. I laughed at him and came home. We spent the next two years talking by email and by phone, and in 2009, he made his first trip on an airplane and his first trip outside of Kenya and came to the US to stay with me for a month. He got to see how I live, experience a completely different way of life, meet my family and friends, and while he was here, he asked me to marry him. I told him that we both needed time to make sure that's what we really wanted because it meant that someone was going to have to make a pretty severe life change and let him go home without answering his question. A few short months later, I began filing paperwork with Customs and Immigration Services for him to obtain a fiance visa. After three long years and having to go through a complicated process not once, but twice, today marks one year since he packed up his entire life, got on an airplane and moved 8,000 miles away from everything that he's ever known. In a few weeks, we'll be celebrating our one-year wedding anniversary and a shortly after that we'll be welcoming our son into the world. Looking back to 2007, I left Kenya thinking it would just end up being a fun story to tell when I got home. Six years later, here we are. It hasn't been easy, but it's not been nearly as hard as I expected. Is there anything that I would change? Probably, but I wouldn't ever go back and change my mind.