I was raised Catholic.  I went to Sunday school.  I went to church, the later the better.  I even went to all girl’s Catholic high school.  I led the choir in song every First Friday of the month.  I was raised with religion and I always dreamed of it being a part of my wedding day.  I wanted to walk down the aisle of a beautiful church with stained glass windows and incense burning, with a fun-loving priest giving joyous blessings to this everlasting love that my husband and I shared.

This was not how it all went down.  And I couldn’t be happier about it.

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