The best part of the ceremony was undeniably the choir. Their voices vibrating loudly in the church, their enthusiasm, freely clapping, almost shouting, the little 10-year-old drummer boy in his basketball jersey, and their director - a Barry White look-a-like, perched on his stool at the organ. The next best part was the Reverend’s inability to pronounce “Emilie” - it came out in numerous forms: “Emile”, “Email”, “Emil”. While Xavier uncharacteristically shed a tear, Emilie could hardly hold in her laughter from shaking out.