Since Paul and I knew long before everyone else, we had time to decide our plans, before anyone else could make any input. We had not set a date, but we knew we were getting married. At first my Mom was all for getting married - the proper thing to do. But after thinking about it she realized there were other options and encouraged me to think about them. Adoption. I did what I was told and agreed to talk with someone, but I never seriously considered anything else. At 18 I didn't need permission from anyone else to get married, but Paul did. His mother was on and off for and against it. Finally she did sign for him to get married, but only if she could keep the license in her safe. She continued to go back and forth on whether we could get married or not. Finally we set the date for the 10th of July. I borrowed a dress from a friend and set up a simple wedding in my grandparents back yard.
Another stipulation Paul's mom put on us, was that she had found an apartment for us to rent around the corner from her and she would let us get married if we rented that apartment. I was willing to do anything (although we also knew that once it was all said and done we'd begin the search for a new place).
The wedding almost didn't happen, we had gone grocery shopping for our house on the eve of the wedding and Paul got home late. His Mom got mad, grounded Paul and said the wedding was off. Even made him sleep in the living room so he couldn't sneak out. I know that it must have been a blessing from my Father in Heaven, because Paul showed up with his family when he was suppose to and we were happily married.
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