...in Hampshire. A great gathering in church, a beautiful bride, glorious music, delightful bridesmaids in swishy scarlet dresses matching the red roses, enchanting small page-boys, solemnity as the young couple exchanged their vows...all joyful, memorable, tender. The Nuptial Mass was celebrated by the chaplain of the University where they met, concelebrating with family friends...and in addition to a magnificent Byrd Mass, sung by a choir of friends of the young couple, we had some of my favourite, favourite hymns... Later, over a delicious meal, there were excellent speeches, and laughter and talk and then dancing until a late hour...and the departure of the bride and groom in a car trailing tin cans and balloons...
Favourite hymns? Oh, since you ask...John Henry Newman's Praise to the Holiest, of course, and Soul of my Saviour, and Glorious things of thee are spoken...
And just to make things perfect, this morning as various of us returned to the same church for a packed Sunday Mass, we had Tell out my Soul: wonderful nieces singing fabulously beside me...
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