The story of the son: baptism, faith ceremony, wedding, past like smoke

Today beijing is really cold, the waxing moon is almost the New Year, sitting here, want to continue the last article about the Catholic faith ceremony when my son was nine years old, and suddenly remembered that the wedding of my son and Ting in London came.

Eight years ago, they were registered for marriage at The Guildhall in London. At that time, only my husband and I were present at the parents on both sides. Everything was arranged by themselves, everything was from Jane, only a few young friends were invited, and we didn't worry about it at all.

The day before the wedding, Ting lived at the nearby Korean girlfriend's house, and when she got up early, her girlfriend put on makeup for her. Early in the morning, my son and I, dressed in black suits, took a black taxi to pick up Ting at the door of my girlfriend's house.

She wore a second-hand white wedding dress ordered online, and the white shoes, which she said were bought for only twenty pounds. With bouquets in their hands, my son, dad and I, and the taxi driver's chest, all wore fresh orchids, Ting prepared.

In the warm little hall of the London City Hall, they took the oath, exchanged rings, signed the witnesses, meticulously performed all the registration procedures, and when I signed, my hands were shaking and I was in tears of excitement.

At the end of the ceremony, everyone went to the garden with the rose gate behind the town hall and took pictures of each other, without asking for a photographer.

At noon, Ting changed into a red Chinese cheongsam and ate a French lunch at the French restaurant that had been booked earlier. That night, a family of four watched a musical in London's West End. What a wonderful day.

That summer, our family went to Germany, and at the beautiful Heidelberg Mid-Levels Restaurant, we invited all our good friends again to announce the happy news of our son's marriage!

Everyone went to the mountains in the afternoon, drank coffee and ate cakes, walked in the green vineyards, peach blossoms and apricot blossoms blooming on the side of the road, booked long tables in the evening, rich buffet dinner,

More than twenty friends gathered together, childhood friends graduated from college, everyone scrambled to look back on the past, raised their hands to speak, mentioned the events of the day of the son's nine-year-old firm belief ceremony, each laughed forward and backward, the words came to the love, tears misty, emotions!

Yes, the past is vivid, the Catholic faith ceremony on the day of the son's nine-year-old, we are all dressed like today, but really young, everyone mentioned, that day let the young son the most heart-burning, is the gift and red packet, haha, now is also ah!

Twenty years ago, in the church, the priest in the solemn rhubarb robe first gave his son a baptismal ceremony, and when the old priest lit the holy water on his son's hair and recited the words, I was next to me, and my heart was really full of mixed feelings.

The youngest son was prayerfully blessed and baptized by God, and my thoughts suddenly returned to Xining Xiaoqiao Hospital, that snowy day, on December 20, he was born, and I suffered so much that day, only four days before Christmas.

The organ rumbled from overhead, and boys in formal costumes, girls in white gauze dresses, holding large white candles, singing hymns, walking through the crowd, and devotioning to God.

My son passed by, I called out to him softly, he leaned his head back, a serious one, came to me, suddenly squinted and smiled, rolled his eyes and made a grimace for me.

One by one the children went to the front to eat the holy bread, the priest touched his head, murmured in his mouth, and did not know what to say, and the whole church hula got up for a while, sat down, knelt down again, and Ulala began to sing again...

A small basket came over, giving God the change ready, the jingle bell put in, all my good friends, sitting in a big row, formal, forbidden to sit, a serious face. But later, when I took pictures in the church garden and blessed the souvenirs, I smiled and blossomed.

Next, at lunch at the Chinese restaurant in Pyenjeheim, friends holding hands, walking by the blue Neckar River, Fanny's good friend's back garden, drinking coffee and eating cake... Everything is as nice as a painting!

To this day, the big white candle with green pine branches and the black leather Bible that the priest gave to his son have been treasured by my side.

Time has pushed people to grow old, and now, the son himself is a father and a husband, and since he left us at the age of eighteen, he has gone away and flew away!

With the years, more and more nostalgic, can not sleep at night, turn over the light, open the bedside table drawer, take out the old things of the son's childhood, stroke, stroke, unconsciously will be in tears...

2022.01.14 maomao