Midway through Mass, Mom and Dad renewed their vows. Forty-four years faithful, not without battle scars, they stood victorious, asking for grace anew. When we sang Faith of Our Fathers, my heart was filled with gratitude for a family that was together, sharing this precious Faith and passing it down.
Finally, Brendan carefully approached the altar to receive his Lord for the first time He was followed by his parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, a line of unbroken faithfulness. Grace flowed. As a proud and grateful mother and daughter, I was moved to tears by the beauty of these blessed moments.
The reception afterwards was a joyous celebration with family and friends. While the food was delicious and the music nostalgic, the best moments were spent visiting, reminiscing and relaxing. We were all too tired to dance!
Now if only I had better pictures to share! It seems I was... distracted. I've been promised better ones from other photographers that day, so there will be more to come. For now, here's just a peek from our day.
The vows ceremony:
My parents, me on the right behind the kids, Jeff holding Molly, plus all my siblings and my sister-in-law in blue:
Dessert table at the reception (notice cookies in back row!):
cookies Brendan with his cake:
Molly, sacked out at the reception:
My tom-girl: scraped legs, frilly dress and party shoes!
That's all for now!