The Love You Had at First

Announcing Recovering Catholic's Advent 2023 Series

November 30, 2019

When I woke on the morning of my wedding day, the world was cloaked in ice; huge, pillowy snowflakes had carpeted the ground and icicles adorned every eave like a diamond necklace. If I had woken up this morning, nearly four years later, to the same sight, I imagine I would crankily shove my feet into wool socks and refuse to leave the house, but on that particular morning, I was about to marry the love of my life, and the freshly fallen winter was pure magic.

Really, the whole day was magic. The snow, the dress, the rings, the company of my family and best friends, the gentle, acoustic melody of “Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow” as I walked down the aisle, the voices of our people lifted in song beneath the church steeple, the Jimmy John’s sandwich after the ceremony - if you know you know - the shimmer of snowflakes falling through the night as my new husband and I basked in the warm glow of golden light in the reception hall, now knit together as one in the…