Today we passed the test for whether we can get married - the pre-marital counceling session with our minister, aka Albie's aunt.
Albie and I eached filled out a survey a few weeks ago - today we got to see the results.
Apparently, we answered a lot of questions the same or very similar. Sometimes, even too similar, in that we both said we are assertive and make the decisions at home, and that we both get what we want most of the time. I do all the cooking and the laundry, while Albie we share cleaning and pet responsibilities.
Religion is something that, perhaps, we should talk about. And oh yeah, perhaps it would be a good idea to actually talk about children and whether we want to have them? I also have to remember to make Albie a beneficiary on my life insurance plan!
We spent some time going over the Episcopalean wedding ceremony again (not as long as the Catholic one since there's no communion, but not as short as if we had chosen a justice of the peace).
I was really glad that the minister listened to me on one point: I absolutely refuse to have it announced at the end of the ceremony that we are Mr. and Mrs. Albert Yuravich, as if I completely were to lose my identity along with my first name.
Of course, she was a bit confused as to how to write it, because my name will now be Maiden Name-Yuravich, and Albie's is officially Toffey-Yuravich (although he never uses the Toffey part). I will not use the Toffey part; Albie will not use the Maiden Name part.
This all would have been so much easier if we could have both just picked Toffey, but this is not an option since his living relatives are all Yuraviches with the exception of the minster. But just think about it... Toffey... doesn't it sound yummy?