Nothing, ever, in the history of the world, has arrived perfect. In themselves, as they are, there is no perfect moment. Nor is there a perfect marriage, or person or place or thing. Nothing is perfect until you decide it is. You have that power. And what you decide is perfect, another will find it flawed. Always remember that. If it's perfect for you, leave at that, be satisfied with that and cherish it for what it is.