I cry at every wedding.
And, it’s not because I’m still single.
This past weekend, I went to a wedding for a dear friend. She was lovely, the party was great and I sure hope she enjoys that cake stand I got her.
As I drove home after the wedding, nostalgia and sappiness hit me like a Lifetime movie on a lonely Friday night. And, I cried, again, about how beautiful the wedding really was.
And how lovely her dress was.
And about how all the things really were what they were supposed to be.
But, it’s daytime now. I’ve slept a few hours and those tear-stained cheeks have been wiped clean. And, I’m not thinking like a Lifetime movie plot anymore.
From this single girl’s perspective, weddings really aren’t about the kiss, the bride’s dress or how the groom reacts when his girl walks down the aisle.
It can’t be only about that.
If it were, then any bar could be a casual wedding.
So, from my perspective, let’s take away the party, the dancing and the dresses. We’re left with a promise two people are making.
Their decision borders on wild and unattainable.
And it will be all things challenging, lovely and full.
Cue the tears.
And, as I sit in my white chair on the green grass a few feet from the flowers in the bride’s hand, I’m left holding my promise to support their marriage and their decision to choose each other first always.
When I stand in the audience as they exchange vows, what I’m really doing is standing next to two friends who are making a promise to do something big for each other.
Going to their marriage ceremony means I choose to stand with them and behind their decision.
I agree with them how this decision is big.
It’s even bigger than them.
It’s a divine decision impacting generations around them and beyond them.
Because, really, our lives are not small.
People always seem a bit surprised when I make good on my RSVP and travel a few hundred miles for their wedding. I think they wonder why distance didn’t get in the way of a seat at the table of their celebration.
Sure, the food is nice and the decorations are lovely.
And, yeah, I’ll cherish that 10-second conversation that I get to have with the bride.
But, it was never about her dress.
Or how passionate their love is.
Or how far I had to travel.
It’s about some promises that were made. And how I’m willing to stand behind them as they promise to each other.
Maybe I’m nostalgic. Maybe I’m a romantic.
But, maybe I cry at weddings because promises are worth tears.
After all, promises are also worth a lifetime.