That perfect wedding.
The wedding that is a culmination of months of planning, and years of dreaming.
The bridal attire, the flowers, the coy looks, the over-eager relatives, the usual gaggle of aunties and the melee of teenagers, of beauty parlour trips, and yoga sessions, of hours of standing in front of the mirror finding that perfect angle, of shy glances and loving welcomes .... the wedding, that is a single united dream of so many people; made a reality of many more people.
All of which roll down as tears down her eyes as she leaves the familiar and leaves in search of well, the "new" familiar - if you would like to call it.
It always brings tears to the eyes of everyone present. For those tears are washing away the innocence of a daughter, and ushering in the responsibility of a wife.