On Tuesday, L. and I had our last marriage prep session with our officiant, the rector at my church. Where other sessions had focused on our relationship and the ceremony, this one went more into what marriage means, why it’s considered a sacrament in the church, and what it means to start a new family. The rector stressed that we should be wanting to bless the world, not just ourselves, through our marriage. While I certainly don’t think you have to be married to do good in the world, something about that idea stuck with me and I’ve thinking about it since.
Yesterday, we had our rehearsal, at the venue. Standing there, running through the service, saying some of the words we’ll say on Sunday, even just seeing our names on this sign at the parking lot:
It hit me. We’re getting married on Sunday, the day after tomorrow. It’s finally here.
Shit just got real.