I would like to say that I'm a good catholic woman. I could probably go to church more then i do but I pray all the time and try to live my life the right way. I treat people as i would like to be treated and such.
However, when it came to our wedding I really wanted to get married outside at the hall and this is where our first marriage compromise happened. I understand that marriage is a sacrament and should take place in a church but it would still be that way outside. When i brought my idea to J he almost fell off his chair. Don't get me wrong, J is a good catholic as well but could also go to church a bit more too.
His exact words were, "You tell Mom Mom we aren't getting married in church!" Then i understood.
J is very lucky to have one grand parent that is still alive. His 82 year-old grandmom who we all call Mom Mom. She is straight off the boat from Italy so being Italian Catholic is like needing water to survive. haha Not only that, Mom Mom's sister is nun for The Pope! How do i tell her we aren't going to get married in church???
1) I would never be able to break her heart like that. I love her so much!
2) I'm Italian and couldn't live with the grandmom guilt trips. haha
So I figured if J can bend and get married in Jersey i can bend and get married in church. So i started calling around and turns out you can really only get married in your parish or the Groom's parish, which was news to me. But thankfully my parent's parish welcomed us with open arms (it doesn't hurt that my dad makes his weekly contributions either) Don't get me started on that. But it turns out that my parent's Pastor ended up being related to Mom Mom! Small world and it does always work out in the end.
So Saint Matthew's Church is where we will be exchanging our vows in a few months and honestly i couldn't be happier with our decision.
Now what to wear??? Holy Moly! It never ends.
My Dearest Diary,
The Blushing Bride To Be
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