The day was set for Saturday, June 4. Saint Brigid’s Church was reserved. The reception venue, the Royal Cork Yacht Club, was booked. And every detail had been attended to, but for one: There was no telling how many prayers had been offered or candles had been lit in hopes that the sun would make an appearance on the day. This was Ireland, after all, and woe be it to anyone who dared to predict the weather.
“I’ll plan for rain,” thought the organized bride-to-be. “Then, if it doesn’t rain, I’ll be happily surprised.”
“Rain is a blessing,” said many a well-wisher.
“Quick, light another candle,” hastened one of the worried guests, even as the wind whipped and cumulous clouds bobbed tauntingly overhead on the eve before the wedding…
But some things are meant to be, like the union of two sweethearts—a talented young rugby player and a promising young businesswoman—both reared in the same picturesque sailing village by the sea.
What were the odds that they might fall in love and marry….That the prayers of all who love them might be heard….And that the sun would shine down upon them on their wedding day, and always? Just look.
Congratulations, Frank and Nicola. May your love grow stronger with the passing years, and may there be many, many more sunny days ahead.