In the heart of Anyang, we stood with family in the hotel lobby, greeting guests with warmth, joy, and the promise of a lifelong journey together.
Weddings are a whirlwind of faces, emotions, and fleeting moments. But some images linger—the ones that hold the weight of love, family, and new beginnings. This photo was taken on the morning of our wedding party, right in the lobby of a hotel in Anyang, as we welcomed guests into the celebration that would mark the beginning of our married life.
Standing Together
It was cold outside, but inside the hotel lobby, everything was warm—flooded with sunlight and full of anticipation. I stood beside my wife, Yuan, and her parents, all of us dressed with care and pride, red flowers pinned to our clothes like little bursts of celebration.
The backdrop was simple: marble floors, tall pillars, and soft lighting. But the real focus was the feeling—a quiet joy shared between the five of us, captured in a single frame.
Greeting the Guests
As guests began to arrive, there was a rhythm to the morning. Bowed heads, heartfelt smiles, warm hands shaken, and gifts exchanged. Some were old friends; others were family members I was meeting for the first time. Language didn’t matter—everyone spoke in the universal dialect of joy.
A Moment to Remember
It’s easy to forget how fast wedding days move. But this moment—standing still with Yuan and her parents, waiting for the day to unfold—was one of the calmest, most grounding parts. It reminded me that before the party, the toasts, and the dancing, there’s simply this: two families coming together, ready to support something bigger than themselves.
Family at the Centre
Yuan’s parents stood proudly beside us, beaming. I felt both welcomed and anchored. It was their daughter's big day, and yet they made sure to make me feel just as cherished.
Yuan, radiant in her fur-lined coat and red dress, looked exactly how I imagined she would—elegant, composed, and full of quiet happiness. In that moment, everything felt right.
Final Reflections
This wasn’t just the beginning of a marriage—it was the merging of cultures, stories, and dreams. In the hotel lobby in Anyang, we paused for a photo, not knowing how much it would come to mean. It reminds me that the most beautiful parts of a wedding aren’t always the grand gestures, but the still, shared moments along the way.
We stepped into the day hand in hand, surrounded by family, bound by love—and ready for everything to come next.