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?