Five hours was enough.
Enough for me to capture you getting ready while Mubarak waited in the next room.
For your father to tell me how he saved his two bottles of Chinese liquor since you were born, just for the day.
For your first look, for you to practise your first dance at The Kettle Black across the street.
To test out the webcam connection for the ceremony.
For your family and friends to laugh and cry over your bilingual vows.
Five hours was enough for the weather to go from sunny to freezing.
For us to take a short walk just around the corner.
For your new husband to share his jacket with you.
To enjoy a moment before the sun sets.
Enough to return to the warm hugs of everyone.
To eat, drink, dance, and selfie.
Five hours was more than enough.
