Marriage

Joe and I met when I was nineteen and he was twenty. We were both juniors in college.

We dated for two years before we got engaged. Then, barely young adults ourselves, we stood before a priest in front of hundreds of friends and family and exchanged our vows.

From that point forward we shared the same meal, bed, house, weekends, family.

Before we got married, Joe and I did something called Pre-Cana. It was a preparation course our church recommended. We sat in this couple’s living room while their dark-haired toddler scooted around our feet. 

We answered questions about how we’ll spend the holidays, how we’ll handle a budget, where we’d like to live.

No one asked what it would be like to have a special-needs child together.