I love weddings. Everything about them makes me happy to my soul; the celebration of love, the delicious food and the heartfelt speeches from family and loved ones. I haven’t been to many weddings in my life, and my own was on a beach in Thailand, just Thomas and I. So, when my brother announced his wedding in April, I was over the moon and couldn’t wait to celebrate them.
Since Daniel came into this world 29 years ago, he has been my close friend, my loyal companion through life, my confidant, my person to blame when I’d stolen cookies from the cookie jar, and the one who completely understands my occasionally lame humour. As kids, we constantly tormented each other, but we’ve always stuck together and protected one another. He is one of my favorite persons in this world; always has been, always will be.
A few years ago, Daniel met Naaja and from the minute he told me about her, I knew she was something special. We all loved her right away and a year or so later, Daniel and I were out shopping engagement rings and discussing proposals. On May 26, they said their I do’s in the family church in Randers, Denmark and had the after party at the historic Hvidsten Kro.
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Thomas & I’d gone to my mom and dads the day before the big day to keep Daniel company and to calm his nerves. But as always, he was the most relaxed of us all while mom was all over the place speed talking about weddings and marriage and I was having the obligatory wardrobe crisis.
Next morning, the whole family had breakfast together and we got our dresses, suits, flowers and rings in place. We were all ready to go, but then….
Just a few minutes before leaving the house, Daniel suddenly realized that his speech – you know those important words that a husband tells his beloved wife and that she will remember for time AND ALL ETERNITY – hadn’t been written down. Minor crisis, but it was soon handled as he had it on his phone.
The wedding was being held at my family’s church, and everyone had helped with baking, decorations and overall preparations. A few minutes before the ceremony, someone said to me: Aww, you’re gonna be all tears, and my immediate answer was: No, I won’t. I have never cried at a wedding. I mean, this is a happy day and as you all know, I am in total control of my feelings!
As time reached 1pm, Daniel looked like he was all butterflies inside and everyone in the room kept turning towards the door at every tiny sound just waiting for the bride to walk up that aisle. Then at 1.15, the doors were opened, everyone stood up and looked in the same direction while trying to see her first.
This is it. Look. Look, she’s coming. I can see her, people whispered excitedly to the one next to them, while children crawled up on their stairs to have a look of what was going on. Then the enchanting tunes of a harp filled the room, everyone sighed, and I completely lost my breath (and possibly my jaw, too) when I caught a glimpse of something white at the door…
Through the glass doors came the most stunning young bride I have ever seen, smiling with a touch of shyness while gently looking around at the staring people and finally up at her husband to-be. In that moment… In that particular moment, all my brave intentions of being the cool sis that didn’t weep was utterly defeated and I could feel the whimpering building up hard until I caved in and bursted into tears. For the next 25 minutes.