The day - part 4 and final @ 34 years old - October

"Hi bro"

"Hi sis"

"Ready?"

"As ready as I will ever be"

Then the music. Oh so familiar.

I started trembling.

Dad smiled. Mom smiled. Sis smiled.

I looked at the back of the Church.

And there she was.

All in white. Her father by her side.

I could hint a smile. No nervousness. She's just like that.

They came down the aisle, but she wasn't walking. She was floating.

I smiled hiding the stress and tension.

She smiled back and I caught her eyes under the veil.

"Everything will be ok" - she was telling me.

God, thank you!

The day - part 3 @ 34 years old - October

Several photos later I was in this car... a nice one. Some friend had borrowed it.

Got to this beautiful neo-romantic building.

When I came out of the car... several people came by and said hi. They were very well dressed, they were.

They congratulated me. I smiled.

I got in the Church, kneeled and prayed.

"You will ruin your trousers" - Dad told me.

"Don't worry. It's well worth it."

He smiled.

I smiled.

"Your sister should be arriving"

"She does look gorgeous"

"Yes, she does"

"Come on Dad. Don't cry. These are happy moments"

"Yes, they are"

We hugged for a while

The day - part 2 @ 34 years old - October

Hustling and bustling... clothes thrown around.

"I'll help you"
"Come on..."
"I'll help you. I insist. You're a bit of a slob and you'll ruin everything"

I nodded.

"Smile!"

I smiled. The camera went on and on and I smiled.

"Now he has to change"
"I must do. Is everyone ready?"
"More or less. Your sister is obviously taking a bit longer"
"Yeah. How about Dad?"
"He's ready"
"And so are you"
"Almost, almost. Still have to go to the hairdresser for some final touches. Son, I don't know if I've told you this, but I'm so proud of you"
"Because of today?"
"For every day. I don't think your father and I could have asked for a better son or your sister for a better brother"
"Come on. You'll cry. This is the usual 'son back home' thing. I know you love me, but no need to ruin your make-up"
"Always the pragmatist"
"Always the bastard, rather"

She gently kissed me on my cheeks.

"Get ready for some photos. Most importantly with your sister"

I stopped for a second and stared at my Mom. I smiled.

The day - part 1 @ 34 years old - October

This morning I woke up with this strange feeling that something was going on.

People running around, shouting. And it wasn't my normal bed. The place looked a bit... strange. Familiar, yet strange.

I ventured out of bed and looked around. Opened the door and there it was...

Chaos, sheer chaos, tremendous chaos.

"Haven't you begun yet? Come on"

I must have looked puzzled.

"Sweety, do you need anything?"
"I guess I'm ok"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, what's all this..."

And then I realized what was going on. It was the day.