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.