My Magic Feather

My magic feather is... I'd probably say that my personal magic feather is my own life experiences and things I've witnessed. The majority of my stories are started off of an idea of something that has happened to me personally, or to someone I know. Other times, I take real life situations that I have been through/witnessed, and come up with a similar, yet different subjects.

Irish Wedding

         I would like to know if you can picture it and if maybe I should add more detials to the sentences.
        She smiles slowly and looks down at the waiting crowd. She looks to her left and eyes the spiral railing, coated in while lillies and roses. She turns her head to the right, her dads arm linked with hers. She lifts her white dress and decends the stpes one stair at a time.
         Everything seems to be moving in slow motion. The crowd rises as she reaches her last steps; her eyes scan the crowd looking for the most important person in this sea of people. Straight ahead she spys the man at the alter. He lifts his head and a huge grin spreads across his face, she smiles back. She reaches the end of the the ile; her dad squeezes her hand one last time before letting go and kissing her cheek. She joins hands with the man waiting at the alter and as her smile grows a small tear streams down her cheek. "We are gathered here today...''