The waking sun illuminated the room and corridors of the house with pillars of golden light, the blankets ruffled by a restless night full of excitement, which would be released today. My cousin Veronica, after several years together, will now marry the man of her dreams, Adrian. After all the sneak peeks, planning and news updates, we head to Santa Barbara for the wedding, wedding and reception rehearsal. A smell of bacon permeates the house and shouts reach my ears from the kitchen downstairs. Groggy but systematically I roll my body halfway off the bed and push myself off. The frozen toes are relieved as the friction between my shuffling feet and the carpet warms them. At the stairs, my soles are forced to lift into the freezing air, up and down, up and down. After this blocking procedure, the cold, cold tiles greet my feet with great disgust, and the illuminated corridor brightens my vision. . As I walk to the kitchen my stomach protests for the food, and as the smell intensifies, the protests get worse. The warm, rustic colors of my kitchen greet me as I enter. A plate of eggs, toast, bacon and potato pancakes has been awaiting my arrival for some time now. “Good morning,” says my father, a man who time seems to have spared in both appearance, health and spirit. He has a thoughtful face with a broad and tall stature. “Your food will get cold, eat it now. I didn't prepare this food for no reason." “Thanks, Dad,” I reply. I greet my mother: "Good morning, mother." My mom isn't paying much attention at this point, she's just eating. I do the same and start eating too. "So, when are we leaving?" I ask. I hope to leave a little earlier this time, because we always underestimate the traffic or underestimate the distance. "Oh,... half of the paper.... I'll return with the plate to the table". We talk to others at our table and then the buffet food arrives. I get some meat, potatoes and chicken breast. The meat is a little dry, but it's excellent. The potatoes are moist and flavorful and I think the chicken has too much barbecue sauce. It's a little disappointing, but I'm going for a few seconds anyway. Finally, after a couple of hours, the spouses approach and greet the others. The groom wears a black tuxedo and the bride wears her dress. After all the stress of planning the wedding, she finally seems relieved and happy. And then, I finally realized, even though a wedding is a pain to plan and you might get cold feet halfway through, it's always a gift to be able to bring the family together and start a future together with someone else. A marriage, I have learned, in the end, is worth one hundred percent.