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The moment I see the bride approaching the aisle, I get a lump in my throat. Every part of me fills with emotion, and my eyes fill with big, juicy, jewel-like mascara-running tears. And at this exact moment, I realise that nobody else around me is even close to tearing-up, they're all happy faces. I'm the lone crier in a sea of smiles.
So I pull myself together, stand a little more upright, and damn I see the groom beaming with eyes for only his wife-to-be and there we go again {tears}. I try to suck them back in {drawing in my breath and widening my eyes}. But it doesn't work. Tears. Only a couple but it's crying just the same.
I'm wondering am I alone here? My guess is I am. Because beyond my watery eyes, I searched through the wedding guests this weekend for another crier, even an almost crier, but I couldn't find a match. Not one.
I was a crying bride too, overcome with emotion {excitement, joy, anticipation, love} and a drenching of teardrops as I stepped carefully down the aisle.
But it's not this memory of our special day that triggers my outpour. I just get swept up {and a little giddy} with the whole wedding and marriage thing. And some part inside me opens, shifts and extends as I acknowledge what I'm witnessing. He loves her so much that he wants the world to know. She loves him with her heart and soul, and would wait a lifetime for this moment. They want to conquer life together. Forever.
Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic at heart? {Because I did tear-up a little during the couple's first dance too.} Or perhaps tragic romantic?
Or maybe it's something more. Maybe I am feeling the moment. One moment {in their two lifetime's} that signals change, excitement, celebration, love, joy, anticipation, beauty, eagerness and bliss. Whatever it is, I think I'm addicted to this wedding feeling. It makes me feel new.
Elisa xx
{image via stockvault}
Do you cry at weddings? Please tell me you do.
