Someone asked me yesterday what it is I enjoy about my wedding ceremonies in France - it's hard to know where to start...
I love the amazing countryside I travel through to get to stunning venues - often chateaus emerge from sheltering woodland suddenly and almost magically.
More magical still is the way a place is transformed by plants and flowers and lit by candles to create a romantic backdrop for this ceremony, which is about to mark the start of the next phase of the couple's lives.
I love that people seem to be at their best: happy, looking lovely and looking forward to the day...there's such an air of optimism and hope for the future.
So, I tried to explain that it's the glamour of a wedding - not in the way we use the word now, but in the old usage, meaning a sort of veil of magic, transformation, spellbinding.
And to me, the glamour comes from such things as seeing the girl I meet when I arrive - usually in slippers and rollers - transform into the beautiful woman walking towards the waiting company, composed and readied to take the huge next step into her future.
And to see the groom - who has been playing football with his mates, before I arrive, transform into the man, who can't wait to turn round to see his bride appear - and who has to use the carefully chosen accessory of the handkerchief in his top pocket, to wipe away a tear...
It's seeing the little flower girls, who have been scrambling about on the floor thirty minutes earlier, pointing in awe at the bride - someone they know well but who, transformed, they don't know...
There also seems to be a magic in what happens to the couple when they make their promises to each other, in front of family and friends, and feel the support of that group - and realise the seriousness of what they have just done.
Finally, for those at a celebrant or secular wedding, where the couple may have written their own vows, the effect of their optimism, seems to be that we think again about those we might have made - and that can have its own transformational power.