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Andy and I chose to get married on a Sunday. When we first picked out the day, I had quite a few friends and family members question our choice. But it made sense for us.
With only a 5 month engagement, I knew in order to book the venue, photographer, videographer, etc that we wanted, we would need to pick a non-traditional day. We knew we wanted a wedding at Smothers Park in downtown Owensboro, and they have downtown block parties on Fridays. So, the only weekend day left was Sunday. My family wouldn’t need to miss work and guests could still travel in from out-of-town.
A Sunday afternoon wedding meant the whole affair would be more casual than a Saturday night. And a more laid-back wedding is what we wanted. The groomsmen wore khakis and a white button-up shirt while I wore casual summer flats (in coral, of course.) We served hors d’oeuvres instead of a sit-down meal.
But there’s one reason we chose a Sunday wedding that is more important than vendors and food: it has meaning to us. Sundays when Andy and I were dating long-distance meant seeing his face for the first time in a week, even if it was only through a computer screen. Sundays when he moved up to Kentucky meant a sad goodbye as he returned to post. Sundays have always been bittersweet for us, so I wanted to make one particular Sunday a Sunday we would never forget.
Although I am thankful for Andy every day, I’m especially thankful every Sunday at church. He holds my hand and we sing worship songs together and I think about all the times I would sit by myself in church and pray that someday I would have a husband that would take me to church. Every Sunday I am reminded that God answered my prayers by giving me Andy, and every Sunday I thank Him for His goodness.