Being married to a minister was not something I had on my to-do list. I just happened to fall in love with a guy who also carried the title, "Reverend." According to my mother, I used to kiss the TV screen when Mr. Rogers was on, so maybe I always had a thing for Presbyterian ministers.
I definitely had zero schema for a pastor's wife. I grew up Roman Catholic in overtly Catholic cities and towns, went to Catholic school and had grandparents who had Mary and Joseph statues from church in their house. On a bench. Standing close to nine feet tall. Number of times I peed my pants thinking they were people: two.
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