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Sunday, September 13, 2009

A Sacrament to Celebrate



It's finished. The wedding and reception have finally come and gone. It was great! Everything just pulled together. Even the weather cooperated, and we had it all--typical New England weather. In the morning it was pouring. The rain was blowing sideways because it was so windy. We were up early and running over to the reception hall to decorate. Then off to the church to drop off the flowers. Somewhere in there the rain stopped and the sun tried to come out. But the moisture in the air just created a thick fog. But the wind blew it away and then died down so when the limo and trolley arrived to take everyone to church, it was nice.

The Mass was beautiful even if the priest forgot Karen's name. He was nervous and embarrassed and said that had never happened to him before. This is very funny because Fr. David Denton (St. Pius X Church in S. Yarmouth, MA)was just ordained in June and this was his second wedding. The readings were Tobit 8: 4b-8, Hebrews 13: 1-4a, 5-6b, and the homily was about the sacrament of marriage.

Oh, the aisle was too long for the ring bearer. He only made it half way and his mommy had to carry him the rest of the way. The white runner looked great but didn't after everyone walked on it going to Communion. It ripped causing it to be a hazard. Fortunately, no one fell.

When we left the church the clouds hid the sun and it looked like rain. We took the trolley to the reception (Harbor Point, Cummaquid, MA)and it was fun, especially riding the highway on a trolley. We managed to take all the outdoors photos that we wanted and when we went inside, it rained, again. It rained and rained. Then it was thundering and lightening. We had it all. Just like a marriage: sunny days, showers, rain, windy and even a thunder storm.

The reception itself rocked! Mostly everyone was a dancer. Being drinkers helped, too. Everybody had a good time. The disc jockey was Bobby Costello and he made the party. So did the groom's father. He and Bobby danced and sang and never let up.

What a great time!

I'm glad it's over. I feel very, very blessed. Thank you Jesus. Again.

As I type, the bride and groom are honeymooning in St. Martin's, the Dutch side.

May God bless them.

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