As michael, Sarah and I were sitting in mass together, I was reminded of the first time michael and I celebrated mass together. When was that you might ask? Our wedding day. How is this possible you might ask? Well here is our story and proof that God has a hand in everything.
Michael and I were NOT high school sweethearts. However, we did go to high school together. We were just two very different people. My senior year of college, I was at the grocery store when I ran into an old high school friend. We were talking and by the end of the conversation, I found out his mom was the music director at a local church and needed a cantor. So I met with his mom and got the job. I was now the cantor for all five masses a weekend. I mind you, I was not catholic at the time.
I began singing at St. Marys and loved it. Everyone was so kind and sweet to me. As it turns out, it was the church that Michael’s parents went to. One day, michael decided to drive down and go to mass with his parents. I promise you, when I was standing up there singing, I got tunnel vision when I saw him. I immediately knew this was the man I was going to marry, even if he was a big dork in high school. Michael wasn’t even supposed to be living there, he was supposed to go to school in Texas and then took this job last minute. He prayed a lot about whether or not to take this new job but ultimately he decided to take this new job because he felt like it may be where he would meet his future wife. DING DING DING!!!
We started dating in June and had the most fun that summer! And it was exactly one year (to the day) from our first date and our wedding day. Because I cantered every weekend, we were never able to sit together or celebrate mass together. As it turns out, before we started dating, I decided to go through RCIA and become catholic. I initially wanted michael to be my sponsor but then decided quickly that that probably wouldn’t be the best thing if I had feelings for him. So I did RCIA and finished at the Easter Vigil that year.
I finished RCIA two months before our wedding but at this point, what’s another two months? So we waited until our wedding day and I’m so glad that we did. It made everything so much more special. Finally being able to share in communion with my best friend and husband. It’s just so clear that we were brought together. It reminds me of the passage I posted on here a few weeks ago from the book “the Best Yes” about how ‘Stephanie waited for a strong and faith filled husband.’ That’s exactly what happened. My family used to call me a serial dater, but I just didn’t want to waste months or years dating someone I knew wasn’t “the one.” And I just knew so quickly with Michael. Everything I have done and that he has done brought us together: the good and the bad and I couldn’t be happier or more thankful for my loving and dorky husband.