The sun was shining, the air was still, and the sky was clear blue on this anticipated day in March.
"Sing to the mountains!  Sing to the sea!  Raise your voices!  Lift them high!"  Oops.  Wrong song.   
"Here comes the bride, big, fat, and wide."  Oops.  Wrong words. 
"Be still and know, that I am God.  Be still and know, that I am God."  Ah, there we have it right.  It's one of the hymns Jenny chose for the Mass at which she and Chris were married on March 23rd.  She's heard her mama play it often during the quiet times at church.
At the podium Uncle Steve read those verses Jenny had chosen for her special day.  The dear daughter learned long ago
-- yes, from her mama -- that the words "submit" and "love" are interchangeable, that they mean the same thing, that "submit" has no familiarity with "slave" but with "freedom."
"Be subject to one another out of reverence to Christ.  Wives, be submissive to your husbands, as to the Lord.  For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church.  As the church is subject to Christ, so let wives also be subject in everything to their husbands.  Husbands, love your wives as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her.  Husbands should love their wives as their own bodies.  He who loves his wife loves himself."
In the homily Father Bob White wove his message to the young couple around A.C.T., and how Jenny and Chris should act throughout their married life.  He turned and faced them directly.
"A" is for Affection.  Affection is good.  Always give each other plenty of affection.  Everyone needs affection.  It is important.
"C" is for Compassion.  Compassion is good.  Always give each other plenty of compassion.  Everyone needs compassion.  It is important.
"T" is for Time.  Time is good.  Always give each other plenty of time.  Everyone needs time.  It is important.
Father Bob was much more eloquent, but that's the gist of it.  The gist is good.  The gist is memorable.  Thank you, Father Bob, for the affection, compassion, and time.
As Jenny and Chris lit their unity candle at the altar, her musicians brought a hushed and reverent silence to the tiny church.  I had no idea "In This Very Room" was one of Jenny's very favorites.  As the flute, piano, and soloist finished the last measure, there was scarcely a dry eye in the place.  Thank you, Allan, for holding my hand.
"In this very room there's quite enough love for one like me,
and in this very room there's quite enough joy for one like me,
and there's quite enough hope,
and quite enough power
to take away any gloom,
for Jesus, Lord Jesus, is
in this very room."
Thank you, Nancy, Monica, and Peggy.  It was beautiful.  You certainly know how to put music between the notes.
In less than an hour, Father Bob introduced Mr. and Mrs. Christopher Norgaard to the applause from packed pews.  Having walked up the aisle on the arm of her proud and happy papa, Jenny walked down the aisle on the arm of her proud and happy husband.  A Rolls Royce and champagne awaited them on the street in front of St. Victoria.
A traditional wedding?  Yes, it was Traditional with a Capital T.  And traditional didn't end there, for sweet roast beef and tender chicken breast in a white sauce and sides of mashed potatoes and gravy and vegetables for dinner awaited us at the Lakeside Ballroom.  The meal was delicious, and so were the ham buns served later in the evening.  Everyone raved.  Thank you, Patty and Rick.  I recommend you and the Lakeside highly.
What did the traditional bride wear?
Something old
  (Grandma Orsen's wedding ring),
Something new
  (Her dress and veil),
Something borrowed
  (Her life from God),
Something blue
  (The ribbon on her garter).
And what was the fragrance?  Every-where you turned, there were roses in bunches and roses in vases and roses in hands.
A rose is a rose is a rose
Unless you have a cold in the nose
Then it's just a flower
With lots of sneezing power.
Achoo!  God bless you.
There she blows.
Some of those seated at the head table toasted and gave thanks after the meal.  Nick, the bride's brother, stood up tall and handsome in his tux, lifted his glass and said, "I lived in the same house with Jenny for a lot of years, and all I can say to you, Chris, is 'More power to you!'"
The bridal party served wedding cupcakes to all of the guests and then the dancing began.   As Jenny and Chris moved onto the dance floor, they swayed to another of her favorite pieces ...
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?  Would you be my partner every night?  When we're together it feels so right.  Could I have this dance for the rest of my life.
Over 500 people arrived in person to help us celebrate the happy occasion and now it's a case of happy memory.  The anticipated day has come and gone, and today is the best day of all.  The sky is white, the air is cold, and the snow is slanting on its way to the ground, but bright sunshine remains in my heart ... and in my life. --Sue