I said in my post yesterday that twenty-four was a banner year, but twenty-five ranked right up there with it. We spent the better part of the year planning the wedding and the honeymoon, getting details worked out and being generally happy and excited and everything else that is good. At Easter, I was confirmed in Seymour’s church after completing the RCIA program. That was one of the biggest decisions we had made thus far in our life together; his family is devoutly Catholic and mine is Presbyterian. My family didn’t seem very happy about my decision to convert, but it’s not like I was changing religions or something. I simply changed my denomination. After all, Catholics and Protestants do worship the same God, do believe in the same afterlife, do read more or less the same Bible. It’s not like I joined a cult or something.