(Fitting the Mold will be back with the conclusion Part 3 tomorrow)

3 years ago today, on a very cold, snowy April day, I married my husband. The wedding ceremony was supposed to be outside. Instead, my brilliant mother had planned for the possibility of bad weather and managed to have a very beautiful ceremony inside and then quickly (with guests help) move all the tables back for the reception. It was a little stressful, but in the end, I got to marry the man I loved.

The next day we were supposed to close on our house. We found out because they had not put sod down, the bank didn’t want to close. This led to a lot of yelling back and forth between our builder and our bank, while my husband and I sat around bleary eyed and tried to figure out what we were going to do. Eventually, it got worked out and I got to start a new life with my new husband in our new house.

At the time I was working at a job where I could not get a substitute teacher. I had to get another teacher to check on my classes. This was a little stressful. I was also interviewing for jobs for the next school year that would give me a steady paycheck (and the ability to take a day off without stressing out). In the end, I got a different job that while didn’t work out taught me a lot about how to treat (or not treat more appropriately) people.

It wasn’t exactly the week that wedding dreams are made of, but I wouldn’t change any of it (okay, that’s a lie, I’d totally have the house closing go smoothly). But, I’m not sure the perfect wedding would have made anything more special.

We live in a world where the wedding is the big important part. People stress out, starve themselves, clear out bank accounts just for one day. It never seemed right for me to fit into that mold, and three years later it isn’t the wedding that’s the best part–it’s the marriage.

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