Thoughts on Marriage
23 years ago today, I attended Mass in the morning, but I have zero recollection of that particular Mass on the Feast of the Immaculate Conception. I know I went 23 years ago because I was way too anxious to go in the evening: I had a wedding rehearsal to attend. 23 years ago, the sky was sunny and still, shadows beginning to fall in a foretaste of the impending storm. I spent some time at the nail salon that afternoon, only to smudge a finger while trying to hoist up a string of lights and losing my balance in the early evening. I remember being frustrated, not because the nail wasn’t perfect, but because everyone around me assumed I was interested in every single detail and kept asking if I liked it - I honestly didn’t care. I recall saying just that: “I don’t care” because the important stuff was coming the next morning. 23 years ago, people woke up to grey, windy skies, ice sluicing across the roadways and lots. I was oblivious to all of the travel travails except f
