Makes me cry every time. I can never really pinpoint what does it to me. Could it be the First Communion children walking down first? Could it be all the awesome hymns to the Blessed Mother? Could it be the eighth grade boys lining the center aisle as the girls dressed in pastel walk down and place flowers in the vase in front of the statue of Mary and gather around the altar as the boys follow, unpin their boutonnières and place them at the base of the statue? Could it be that as Our Mother I love the devotion and respect given her on this day? Could be all of the above.