My brother's wedding

On 15th September I was at a wedding. It was an unforgettable day, because my brother got married in the sanctuary of “the Holy Cross” in Jelenia Góra.
It wasn’t easy to prepare the wedding and the time flew very fast. Almost a year before the ceremony the exact date had to be chosen and booked. A list of guests was to be done, invitations sent, wedding rings bought, place for the reception reserved and decorated. My mum undertook the hard task. We laughed because she was better than decorative company.
My brother and his fiancée were very stressed because 15th September was the date of the most important day in their life. At 5 pm they drove to the church by car which was wonderfully decorated. I had to admit my sister-in-law looked beautiful. Her dress was unearthly. During a mass they exchanged the vows. While they were putting on the wedding rings, my brother’s fell down. According to a superstition I had to pick it up. From this moment they were announced “husband and wife”. When the newly weds left the church, they were thrown over rice. After greetings, there was a reception which everyone enjoyed and during which everybody danced till dawn. As it comes to food, it was delicious. You should have seen the wedding cake. It was coated with marzipan mass and looked brilliant. Moreover, the band was able to encourage the guests to dance with them.
I’ve been only to one wedding but it was enough to feel the aura of felicity, unity and love. The wedding and the reception created a stunning, unique experience which has planted in my brain.