Andrew Burrows
I did what I thought would be impossible.
I found the love of my life, the man of my dreams, the man who I know will stand by me through the good times and the bad. If you would have asked me if this would happen five or six years ago I would have told you Hell would probably freeze over first!
Well here I am after almost four years and I couldn’t be happier and I can say Hell didn’t freeze over. In a week, I am going to Greenwich, Connecticut to marry Bill at the town hall.
I can hardly contain my excitement. I am as giddy as a schoolgirl, but there is just one thing missing: I won’t get to have a ceremony in my church and have my pastor preside over it. I know it is not legal to marry in New York. But even with having to get married in Connecticut, coming back to my church and having a ceremony in front of family and friends and God officiated my pastor would be a true joy—icing on the wedding cake (actually, in my case, cupcakes). When we decided to marry I thought how wonderful it would be to stand at the front of our church full of the beautiful mosaics and graceful arches surrounded by family and friends in God’s house professing my love and devotion and commitment to Bill.
Now, that is just a dream.
I know that wherever I marry, God will be there. And I firmly believe that God will be smiling down with approval. But a part of me wishes that I could have gone back to Christ Church United Methodist Church on 60th and Park Avenue and had my marriage blessed by my pastor in God’s house.