Well, after nearly six years together and (almost) three children, my partner and I finally got married last Saturday (16th).
We had planned to have both our current vicar and my family vicar to do the service as a symbolic way of showing the two of us coming together in a spiritual sense, but we found out a few months back that my vicar was to be with a group of his parishioners at the Shrine of Our Lady of Walsingham for the Feast of the Assumption, which was the previous week. However, we were able to use his church hall for the reception, which still allowed us to include the two, and we are hoping to have a blessing there in the coming weeks.
We didn’t have as many guests as we’d hoped, but this made for a more intimate and private affair, which was a joy (if rather nerve-wracking) from start to finish. The choir and organist did a wonderful job, and by the end of it my partner and I were married, which was the most important thing. I love her more than anything on this planet (except my children), and cannot put into words how happy I am that we are now married. It also seems to have been a long time coming, as we were ‘officially’ engaged in 2011, and had planned to have the wedding last summer, but weren’t able to for various reasons. I’d never have imagined a decade ago that by now I’d be married and have children, as to be honest I never felt as though anyone would want me, but I was wrong, and I wouldn’t change it for anything. Now for the next chapter!