Well, actually, I don’t love to cry – I am an ugly crier.

Red blotchy and lots of snot involved.

Still, invite me to a wedding and I’ll be there, snot and all (and usually without a tissue).

My favorites are small, friendly weddings.

This past weekend we attended the wedding of our friends Andy and Pelly.

They had their wedding in a local park in Sacramento.

I could go on and on about the particulars of Andy and Pelly’s wedding, but the thing is it was sweet and lovely and loving.

Weddings just reek of love.

And I am a sucker for a love story.

I am always impressed by the vows people write for each other.

And I always laugh (to myself) when they seem surprised that they are so verklempt that it is difficult to get those vows out.

Take note – getting married is very emotional – especially for the participants.

I knew a guy who decided to sing at his own wedding – nice thought – bad choice – even for a seasoned performer.  There are emotions at play that are almost impossible to keep under control.

I like when people keep their ceremonies reasonably short.

That is a gift the happy couple can give to their guests.

I have always been one of those people who gets caught up in the emotions and symbolism of ceremonies, places and theater.

I cry because I am so happy that two people found each other and trust each other enough to tie themselves (legally) to each other.

I cry because I have been there.

I cry because someone loved me enough to let me be a part of this moment.

Anybody got some Kleenex?