At 645am on Sunday morning, having crawled into bed at 330am, I came round to an excessively chirpy Cbeebies and the unmistakeable stench of a filled nappy, and for a moment I may even have been guilty of taking that view. But only very briefly!
|Mr and Mrs Milverton|
|Me and my Anna and our Mary.|
|I want one!|
And so we came - from as far as away as Sydney, London, New York, Melbourne, Boston, and Glenavy just to witness my little sister marry her Prince Charming. Tim's dad happens to own a beautiful 1914 Rolls Royce Ghost car, which he looks after like a baby and houses lovingly in England (as you do!) and he drove it all the way over to be their wedding car. He drove Clare (and my mum and dad) to the church, and then her new husband drove her back again afterwards. It was..... just perfect.
|Our special day....|
And for all of us Oldly Weds out there, I think it reminded us of our own wedding days- of our own hopes and dreams all those years ago as we set sail together on OUR journeys. And all that has happened in the years in between and all that is still to come...
My other sister Mary and I sang at the wedding Mass, and one of the pieces we sang was 'The Irish Blessing' which says better than I ever could, what I want to say right now.
To Clare and Tim-May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be ever at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, may the rain fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.