September 29, 2008
No Tears
I'm not quite cured of my weddingitis. I still enjoy looking at former brides' wedding bios and I still check in on our photographer's blog. (Though not nearly as often.) And one thing I've noticed is that there was a distinct lack of tears at our wedding! There were a few moments, of course, like right after my dad gave me away, he leaned over to kiss me on the cheek and whispered "Good luck honey," in my ear. I had to pull it together after that.
And though I can neither confirm or deny that any tears were shed by the groom, there are a few bridesmaids who may say (only under duress, I'm sure) that they got a little choked up themselves seeing Aaron's reaction.
But other than that I was just too stinking happy to be weepy. Aaron still teases me about how fast my dad and I flew down the aisle, but I just wanted to get there already!
Though it was a little awkward as we all stood there waiting for the bridal processional song to end. (I even saw our photographer give the ole "wrap it up!" hand motion to the musicians!)
I've cried at so many other weddings -- I was literally heaving sobs when Melissa got married -- but shed nary a tear at my own. When I think about that day (almost five months ago!), I remember feeling like I could burst I was so happy.
I was just happy happy happy about starting my life with this great guy. And we were by the ocean and the hotel was pink, and I couldn't even have dreamed of that when I was a little girl.
Sometimes waiting feels unfair. Being patient -- when it's the thing you want more than anything else -- is difficult. But sometimes you get more than you could have hoped for, more than you could have dreamed. God is good like that. I am so thankful.
Posted by hannah at 10:23 AM
