Sounds like some strange start to an old cheesy joke, eh?
In the same vein as, "Two seals walk into a club...." Heheh.
Anyway, I am overjoyed to announce that I have finally got it right this time. I will be getting married to a wonderful man sometime in July, and probably in Texas. No offense to you New Yorkers, but stick to the pizza. I wanted GOOD barbeque at my reception, so I'm going back home.
My fiance' and I have been together through two major hurricanes, the destruction of both our properties, a few major cross-country moves, major job and life changes, and everything in between. Not counting the blending of three kids together into one house, starting last summer. And the most astounding fact of all is that we have only been together a little over a year. But what a hell of a year!
He is an amazing man. He is a weapons expert, an renouned gunsmith, and still works for the military. Having done courageous things for our country as an Army Ranger, he continues to serve by providing the right equipment and training to our brightest future soldiers. He is a loving and nurturing stepfather. He is loved greatly by his family and the few friends he lets close enough to really "know" him.
And, most importantly, he works on my level. We think alot alike, and feel best when we are together. His intrinsic moral compass is extrordinary. On the subject of religion, he considers himself more of an agnostic than anything. He has known my religious beliefs since the beginning of our relationship, and has never given me a moment's grief about them. Like I, he is far from perfect...but he is perfect for me.
The way I feel about the wedding is this: I couldn't care two shakes who does the actual ceremony. They can be Christian, Catholic (notice I broke those classes up, ha), Jewish, whatever. I have always felt that a true Satanist doesn't care about other religions being in his presence. They have no credibility, therefore they roll off of me like a duck's back. But I love my man enough that I want him to be comfortable with what is our highest day. And I know that means that some mention of "God" is involved. I will, however, make sure that this "minister" does not get too preachy or long-winded. It hurts my ears, and cuts into my reception time. Just give me the mic and let me say why I am marrying him, kiss-kiss, and let's go have a hell of a time at our party!
I am curious, though: Have any of you had a marriage ceremony/situation like this one? How did yours go? Did any of you go back and have a private Satanic ceremony later on? I'm sure he would not oppose that. I've even considered he and I having our own intimate dedication to each other...where we are our own officiants..later on our wedding night.
Through it all, I can honestly say that life is grand. I wish everyone reading this the same for themselves. Just remember that nothing...not even religious beliefs...should ever deter you from what your heart says is the right person for you.
Hail Myself! Hail to my wonderful man!
Hail to the power of love!