Congratulation on your good fortune! Here are a couple of ideas to ponder:
Affection
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself)-to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colours.
Enid Bagnold (1889-1981), British novelist, playwright. Autobiography, ch. 6 (1969).
Love
A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears.
Woodrow Wyatt (b. 1918), British journalist. To the Point, "The Ears Have It" (1981). Wyatt's reasoning, apropos of women, was that "what is said to them and what they believe about a man's status is usually more important than the superficiality of good looks."
I hope it turns out to be everything you and your new bride hope for.
May you always live in peace.
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