Valentine's Day is fast approaching and with this season of love there are lots of handwritten declaration, chocolates, and tacky decorations. And for me, there was a dream.
Last night I dreamed that Juan and I were getting married. It was all so exciting, everyone was there, all my family, including, interestingly enough, my extended family which I hardly ever see, but have all befriended me on facebook. My college friends (all of them) were hanging around, waiting for the ceremony and I was getting dressed in my wedding gown when I realized:
If Juan and I get married-- he wont be able to go on a mission and neither will I.
A sense of urgency and discomfort began suffocating me and I wasn't sure how I could just go and cancel the wedding with everyone here, but I know that I couldn't go through with it either. And then I began to realize, I couldn't go through the temple, because I hadn't gone through the necessary processes. I asked Juan if he had, and he said that he had. I asked if he had the marriage license from the state and he didn't. And I realized, even if I wasn't a sissy and didn't want to back out, I had to, because we couldn't legally do this.
But that didn't resolve the problem: everyone was there.
And then I woke up.
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