Sunday, December 09, 2007

Water Works

Sometimes I cry at very weird times. I mean, sure, I cried at normal times like when Todd popped the question. I cry at sad parts in movies and sometimes at sad times in books too. But I cry at really dumb things too. For example, Todd and I went to the movies awhile back and we saw the preview for that movie “The Pursuit of Happyness.” A movie trailer made me cry. What is that all about?

Several years ago Todd was in his cousin Heather’s wedding. I met Heather for the first time the Thursday before the wedding. At the wedding rehearsal the next night I cried as Heather and her father walked up the aisle. I was crying in joy for a woman I had literally just met not even 24 hours before at a wedding rehearsal. Not the actual wedding day, mind you, but the wedding rehearsal. Yet, I didn’t cry at my own wedding. I did get a bit teary when my dad got misty when he saw that I was wearing my mother’s aquamarine ring. But that was it. I smiled and laughed as he walked me up the aisle.

On Saturday I went wedding dress shopping with my girlfriends from college. Krista is getting married in November and she pulled together her whole entourage to go shopping. We sat on the couch in the bridal store and waited expectantly for her to walk out of the fitting room with the first dress of the day. She walked out and stepped onto the pedestal, the white of the dress outshined by the radiance in her face. She beamed as she turned this way and that in the mirror. I barely choked out a “You’re so beautiful” when the water works opened up. Karen was sitting on the couch beside me and she was crying too. Krista’s mother wasn’t tearing up yet, but Karen and I were a blubbering mess after seeing Krista in a dress for the first time.

She tried on roughly 453952456 more dresses over the course of the afternoon, and everyone was more beautiful than the last. After Karen and I got over the initial crying jag from the first dress, we laughed for the rest of the afternoon, and offered our most constructive input for every dress Krista had slipped onto her body.

Maybe there will be a long distance service commercial on TV I can cry over today. Or maybe we’ll run out of milk and I’ll cry about that too.


Blogger Gypsy said...

You are not alone! :)

December 11, 2007 at 2:05 PM  
Blogger Teacher lady said...

Yeah, you're SO not alone. The first time I was helping my wedding planner friend, she let me witness the Ketubah signing. I bawled. I had just met the family that day, I was raised Catholic and well, let's just say I was in the back of the room trying to blubber as quietly as possible while the whole family was staring at me like who. are. YOU!? I wasn't getting my period either, so I couldn't even blame it on hormones!

December 11, 2007 at 3:02 PM  
Blogger The Creeper said...

Are you pregnant?



Sorry, you had to know someone was going to say it.

December 12, 2007 at 10:48 AM  

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