Yura + Nadezhda = Lubov'

Yura+Nadia=Love (in case someone doesn't know what the word "lubov' " means)

That is the formula of love!))

I don't know how to start this story. To me my sister Nadia was married for a long time so it seems silly to say that she just got married, right? In truth: it is simple. 

More than a year ago my belle sister and my brother in law went for a couple of weeks to the Maldive Islands and had a symbolic ceremony there. To everyone, including the bride and the groom it didn't seem so symbolic: there was a minister, beautiful white dress, flowers, an altar, etc...you get the picture. Nadia and Yura even received an official looking engraved wooden plate which announces them to be man and wife.

But there is a catch, even though Yura and Nadia in the hearts of their family and friends were married, the government isn't so warm hearted and required them to make their union official here in Russia. 

And so, Yura and Nadia Keselman (beautiful surname, by the way) got married this October.And their family and friends were happy to gather in Moscow to celebrate their union!

It happened on Sunday, we were to meet in a beautiful restaurant called "Giovedi", situated in the heart of Moscow.

Inside the Italian restaurant.

 The Karasev family (Olya and Zhenya), my grandparents and I were first to arrive and soon after other family members and friends followed. 

Grandma, Zhenya, Olya, and Grandpa.

The time that we had to spend waiting for the bride and groom seemed to be long but it really was't, we were just giddy, we wanted to see them walk  in, so we could cheer and shower them with rose petals and congratulate them! So when we finally saw their car from the window we actually started to scram all over the place, impatient with their arrival, and gather handfuls of rose petals.

It's them!!!

What a reward it was to see them walk in together, hand in hand. They looked so happy (well, gee, I'm such Captain Obvious) and the bride was breathtakingly beautiful. But why talk? Take look for yourself! 

And the celebration ensued. But I'll tell you about that tomorrow...


To be continued...