And the bells toll

There is something quite … well surreal I guess would be the word … about weddings. Even those that start at the unGodly hour of 9am on a Saturday morning when the rest of the world is allowed to sleep in.

That was how I spent this morning – in church bearing witness to an ancient rite of passage for a guy I’ve known all his life.

From his birth as a “blue baby” with a possible hole in the heart complication which thankfully didn’t materialise, to a  very happy child with – at least to me – was a very large head!

While I’ve watched him grow up – and I’m sure I’ve changed a nappy or two of his – in many ways, he will also be that quite kid, always in the background, perfectly behaved.