There are mothers who work at night to prepare homemade bread, so that everyone can taste a different product, kneaded with the wisdom, love and affection of a mother who will offer the hand of her child.
Mothers seeking to sweeten the day further by preparing various liqueurs … ‘what aroma and what flavor‘.
Mothers who come to ‘fix’ the wood-burning kitchen, who give us a smile of discomfort for not letting us help, but who rely on our way of composing!
There are families who come together to embroider the initials of the bride and groom, in a small bag in raw cloth, to pick up scented herbs, to fill the sachets, to create the gifts … there still are children who cut the ribbons of satin and tie , closing the sachets … ‘that smelled ‘Santana’, what joy‘.
There are mothers who came to meet us and who after several months give us a hug as if we belong to that family.
Mothers cheerful, extroverted, well disposed … who laugh … who live … but who cares!
Mothers who saw us stealing the bride’s dress … without raising questions … ‘they know what they are doing?’
There are ‘typically English’ families who respect, arrive on time, who are present at the arrival of the groom, brightening with their presence the protocol ceremony of entry! ‘perfect, beautiful‘
There is a bride with an easy smile who at the smallest moment smiles and drops a tear … there is an attentive groom who cares and does not forget the scarf!
There are families like these, with mothers like these and sons like these … Laura and Élvio!
‘EVERY DREAM HAS A STORY
EVERY STORY HAS ITS MOMENTS
WELCOME TO YOURS!’