I’m missing it. It’s 7:10 pm here in Europe, and 2:10 pm in Quebec, where the dress must be on and the last minute details falling into place.
Baby sister. Last in the family to be married. How could this happen?
This is how: I have a son. Today was his First Communion. The dilemma of choosing between these two events was not easy, but in the end I thought I should be here.
So, I am thinking of my sister, affectionately known as “Ckynny” (short for skinny Cynny), and wishing her all the best in her life with the wonderful AMA. I love you! Congratulations! Good luck! xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Meanwhile, we had a happy, children-centered service this morning followed by tea, biscuits and lots of chat school friends and their families. A big class: just over 60 in R’s year receiving their first communion. Girls gorgeous in their white finery, boys looking dashing and all grown up in jackets and ties.
