I've said too much...(Dahnya)

Fran and I were off in CT for four days. Yep. We took an early Turkey break to go visit his family. 


I have to say though, the days blitzed by! One day we were sitting down for dinner, the next we were boarding our plane back to Houston. It's hard having a long distance relationship with your in-laws. I always get extremely nervous before we head up hoping I won't do or say anything to offend- after all, we only physically interact a few times a year. It's funny though, the moment I see the G's it's like no time has passed and before I know it, I'm downing a family size bottle of Moscato with Mrs. G while cooking dinner. Fun times, for certain! 


Out of the many activities and events that were planned during our stay, the one moment that truly stuck with me was one that lasted all of two minutes. 


Back in April, Fran and I sat down with our parents to let them know where we were in regards to our faith. It was not a fun conversation and it led to many arguments and moments of disbelief but, ultimately I am grateful to their acceptance and respect for our opinions and beliefs. This is not to say that any of them have given up hope on us and Christianity. 


Saturday night Fran and I were hanging out in the G's kitchen (I was breathing in leftover brownies, Fran was scarfing down home-butchered piggy). His dad nonchalantly comes into the room and hands us the following book

whilst saying, "I hope that you are open to reading this. I met him a few weeks ago at a conference and thought of you guys". 


Just thinking about the brief moment brings me to tears. What our parents did to support us by being married outside of the church went completely outside their spectrum of "normal" or any illusion they had for their children. The way they continue to love and respect us makes me realize just how lucky we are to receive their unconditional love. 


A nudge or tug into Catholicism every once in a while is the very least we can do to try and honor them as they have honored our marriage. In other words, kicking and screaming, Fran and I will read the life of the surfer-stoner-priest dude for Papa G's sake.


In a complete change of topic, I found these holiday cards online today and I know for a fact that I want us to be that couple. Be on the lookout for our faces in your mailbox this season! Don't judge. It's what married couples do. 


PS: If you didn't catch the title's reference, check these boys out.