About a month after we got engaged, St. John Vianney, the church Cindy’s family attend and the church we were planning to get married at, was burned down by an arsonist. I remember attending the Palm Sunday service following the fire hearing parishioners sniffling as they sang “We Will Rise Again.”
When we met with Father Ricky a month or so later, he assured us that there would be a temporary structure in place by the time September 15th rolled around. We were going to have our wedding there no matter what but now there was this unknown in our plans. We had no idea what it is going to look like. We just have faith that it would be ready in time and that it would look okay for our wedding.
Fast forward to a month ago. The interim church was ready. Cindy’s sister and mother had been there for a quinceañera and said it looked nice. When we finally saw it for myself, I had two feelings. The first was relief that it was finally done. The second was excitement. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized that I hadn’t begun to imagine what the ceremony would be like. There was a hole in my wedding fantasy that had finally been filled.
A few weeks later, after discussing the reading we selected for the ceremony, we walked through the interim church with Father Ricky. The next day, we met with the music director for the church to pick music for the service. I could finally see where I was going to be standing as Cindy walked down the aisle with her father. I could finally see where we were going to be as our friends and families watched us say our vows to one another. I know the song that’s going to play as Cindy and I walk down the aisle together as man and wife.
Our wedding has happened in my head a thousand times already. I just have to wait 31 more days for it to happen for real.