We knew from the start that we’d have a Catholic wedding – we just weren’t sure at which church. I found a church while at school in Boulder that I always thought I’d be married at, and called them first – I hadn’t attended my family church in years at this point except on holidays. Because it’s beautiful – which so few modern Catholic churches are – they were booked solid and had strict rules. As a super conservative Catholic church –
Natural Family Planning how to have a baby ASAP classes, uncomfortable commentary during masses about social-political issues, etc – I was a little worried it would be a little much for Mr. B.
So, with my College Church not happening, we turned to my Parents’ parish in Denver – where I
went to school spent 10 years of my life in the Principal’s office – that is far from beautiful, but also has a wonderful (and far from strict traditional) Priest. Mr. B was not raised Catholic and our fabulous Priest welcomed him with open arms, joked with us, and stressed that he was just glad we’d chosen to be married in the Church. Our marriage prep classes were fantastic – no rhythm method here. We talked about finances, communication, the struggle of combining families, and how to keep faith (and magic) in your marriage.
We booked the Church first. We knew we wanted a July wedding, and I voted for the 4th or 5th. But Mr. B had other ideas. Something along the lines of, “Em, I want our Anniversary to be a special day to us, not to America.”
So we elected for the 19th, and got everything setup. In order to ensure we would receive our cool Catholic priest and not the dull Deacon, we opted for a full Mass – which garnered a few groans from friends and family expecting a long drawn out ordeal. My favorite part about wedding planning was all of the unsolicited opinions, did I mention that? Like, people you’ve never met before tell you what they think you should do. Not my thing.