In other news, today marks the day that Patrick and I were married four years ago. Four years... it seems like just yesterday and so long ago all at the same time. I am so glad that I get to walk through life with this man.
Before we were together, when I had just turned 17, I liked Patrick and a different boy who went to my school. I remember praying about this and asking God to please have one of them pursue me if that was His plan. Shortly after, Patrick had me. We didn't think about everything before we got married. We thought we were really into our faith and that we knew what we were getting into. In some ways, this was true. We knew marriage wouldn't be easy and we definitely wanted to find out together. In other ways, though, we weren't strong enough in our Catholic faith, and I feel so blessed that we have both grown together. I feel like I could have ended up with a man who didn't necessarily love the Church the way I do now, and I would have made excuses for it. But... God was looking out for me, and I feel so blessed to have Patrick as my husband and the father to our amazing girls. I don't know if I should, but I trace a lot of it back to the night I prayed to God to direct my path with the man that I should be with.