The best wedding I have ever been to was, by far, my uncle’s to his new bride. They are both a little older, so I was not expecting it to be as grand as it was.
When we walked into the mansion, there was a short hall that led to two sets of stairs. They swept upwards toward the bridal suite and gave the appearance of a grand staircase.
Holding onto the soft, smooth wooden railings, I made my way up to see the most beautiful bride. She stood there in a long white flowing gown with a red ribbon belt that encircled her waist and gently draped down the back of the dress. She was stunning.
As we took out seats, I looked over at my uncle and saw a strong, wise man that had guided me so much growing up. He was by far my favorite person as a child. He looked so handsome standing beside his best men and the preacher.
The music began and the bride stepped out, holding the hand of her six year old son. The light shown around her into the courtyard decorated in red roses. She slowly began walking toward my uncle with that tiny child so big and strong. He was walking his mommy down the aisle to meet the man that would become his daddy.
I glanced back at my uncle, just in time to see a tear roll down his cheek. His face was filled with pure awe at the family he would soon be able to call his own. He glowed brighter than the son and I was so proud of him in that moment.
When the bride reached her husband to be, they only had eyes for each other. Her son went to stand beside the other best men and watched on with absolute delight. They said their vows that they had written themselves and smiled magically at each other as they said their ‘I dos’.
The reception was held inside in a magnificent ballroom. Our whole family watched on as they had their first dance in the twinkling lights. He held her close and spun her around, he dress streaming out and gliding across the floor.
I have never been to such a magical and inspirational event in my life, and I can only hope to get to be a part of something like that again.