At the Alter

Getting married was a big deal for us, his parents divorced and mine never married, statically were four times more likely to divorce ourselves. But we both wanted to not just live togther or even just spend the rest of lives together but to embark on a spiritual journey from lovers to best friends to spiritual partners so that when one of us buries the other half of us with be buried with them and half of them buried with us.

I wanted to prepare for this as much as possible and I felt disappointed, even unprepared, as so much of my time leading up to the wedding had been taken up by 'family drama' instead of preparing myself mentally and spiritually for the big day.

But as I walked up the aisle on the arm of my farther to the alter and I looked up at the massive crucifix that hung above it I knew I was there. Through all of those prays in the little chapel, forgiving others, admitting my own poor traits, and expressing all of my hopes and wishes I had brought myself closer to God and was ready to make this covenant.