This is the week between two weddings. On Saturday, my photo-taking friend, Alisa, was married. She and I did a wedding together last year. In fact, she has taken photos for countless brides. This time it was her turn. She is beautiful.
Not that you can tell that from this photo, but trust me: she is.
This coming Saturday I have the distinct privilege of standing next to my college roommate while she promises forever to the man she loves. I haven’t met him yet, as they live far away, but I have no doubt that he is some kind of man with a capital M.
So I’ve got wedding brain. Sitting there in the church on Saturday, I remembered what a mess I can be at weddings. I remember how the bride is like a princess and how the vows are holy and sacred and how much I love to watch the father of the bride because his baby girl is all grown up. And I always cry because I am a crier. Are you a wedding crier? Is that even how you spell it?
Forget crying. I’m a wedding weeper. I think people are probably afraid to invite me. It’s always just so beautifully romantic. The best ever was when we went to the wedding of our friends’ daughter (I don’t think I’m old enough for that, but anyway). Our friend was the father of the bride who gave her away, sang a hauntingly beautiful song, and pronounced them man and wife. He said, “Wow. This is different.” I was a puddle of emotion. It was beautiful!
Glad to know I’m not the only one! I’m a big time wedding crier. I don’t even have to really know the people. I just get caught up in the significance of the moment.
Oh goodness, I don’t just cry *at* weddings. I cry at pictures of weddings. I cry at those youtube videos with the couples dancing to crazy songs on their way up the aisle. I am a big mushy sap. I’m still embracing this. I spent most of my childhood mocking my mother for being a big mushy sap.
Oh, yes ma’am, I am at least a crier, and sometimes like deidre, a wedding weeper…….it is just overwhelming to all my senses, I guess……I love weddings, baptisms, graduations…they ALL make me cry!
Suzanne
Even this post made me tear up, so yes, I am a wedding crier! Just the thought of them get me going… it’s all so lovely, and wonderful, and magical. I of course was a mess during mine… thank goodness for waterproof mascara
Count me in! I’m a crier. I start even before the first bridesmaid walks down the aisle. I’m pathetic, really, but I just can’t help myself! Strangely, I was completely calm and composed for mine. Anyone else’s, and I make a public spectacle of myself.
oh, yes, i am. my brother got married this summer, and i was a mess. beforehand, i was with the girls getting ready, and as they prayed before the ceremony, i sat in the corner, holding my nine month old daughter, bawling thinking about her wedding day in the distant future. and when my three-year-old came running (literally) down the aisle in a tiny tuxedo as ring bearer? i lost it again. but the very worst, or best depending how you look at it, was watching my brother’s face as his bride came toward him. that’s my favorite part – watching the groom.
yes i’m a crier, but also an editor, and yes that’s how you spell it
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/crier
or if i were my husband i’d say you spell it “I-T” *smack on back of his head*
I’ve been a wedding crier since I was about 12, and I still am.
I am also a crier, in general, though, so that may change your view of me. 
Yep, definitely a wedding crier!
OMG, I am a crazy wedding crier. When my BFF got married, I was her MOH and I wept through the ENTIRE ceremony. It was awful for me. Everyone else thought it was funny (including the bride and groom when they watched the video later), but I was mortified. I ALWAYS cry, even when I try not to. I can’t stop it.
The only wedding I haven’t cried at was my own, and that’s probably only because so many things went wrong it was just hilarious. Our priest had to fly to Ireland (his mother was sick) the week before the wedding. We had to get a backup priest, who was so sweet, but had never done a wedding before, stuttered and couldn’t say my name to save his life. He also forgot to tell dh and I to stand up from the Prei Deux while the readings, and other things went on, so we knelt for about 30 minutes, giggling the whole time. He dropped my ring as he was blessing them (dh caught it), he flubbed the vows, and stammered through the whole thing. I think he was more nervous than we were. Come to think of it, I’m not even certain we’re legally married.
Oh man, I cry at the wedding photos of total strangers. And I practically have to be wrung out after witnessing a wedding in person. Usually the big cry for me comes when everyone stands up and we turn around to see the bride for the first time. She’s happy and smiling and radiantly lovely, her papa is fighting off tears, and the groom just doesn’t know what to do with himself, and you can usually see his whole range o emotions on his face.
Needless to say. I have learned all the tricks for hiding Kleenex. My current favorite, since I was in so many weddings this year, is between the flowers of a bouquet.
Oh yes, and I cried ALL THE WAY DOWN THE AISLE at my wedding. Happy tears, but noisy. You can hear them on the video.
You bet I am, and it sometimes makes getting good shots during the ceremony a problem! (Is this blurry because I am crying??)
such a crier.
my favorite part of the ceremony is the look on the grooms face as his bride walks down the isle. yes, while the entire room is fixed on the bride, i can be found with my eyes fixed on him. (my husband is a wedding photographer and i always tell him to get that shot). i once heard that “Jesus waits for us the way a groom waits for his bride.” hhmmm, i love that.
and i remember my own wedding day, so young, holding tight to my grandfather’s arm as the doors flung open, anticipating , and yet a bit uncertain..until i saw his face, and there was no where i wanted to be but with him forever.
I am so a wedding crier. The only wedding I didn’t cry at was my own because I was too happy and nervous to think. The last wedding I went to, I cried all day leading up to the wedding because they were doing the wedding the “right way,” meaning the bride had actually saved herself until the wedding day. I had never been at a wedding like that before, and just the thought that this truly was the beginning of their lives together was too sweet for words. It was also pretty cute when they said a quick goodbye and ducked out of their own reception at 8pm just as the dancing had gotten started.
I usually don’t cry at weddings but I do cry during commercials. I can THINK about the Publix commercial where the little boy wants to make a cake for a girl. Do you know the commercial that I am talking about? Go to youtube if you haven’t seen it. All you moms with boys will love it. And cry.
I cry at every wedding, except my own! My husband and I were both worried about the possible waterworks at our own wedding, but I was just smiling and joyful the whole time. The hubs and I were just ourselves throughout the ceremony. Our minister said he had married lots of couples who were happy to get married, but never anyone who had quite so much fun doing it! If I ever doubt my husbands love to me, I think of his grin as I walked down the aisle and all fears are banished.
I cry at weddings. I cry at funerals. I cry at baptisms. Heck, I cry when we light the Advent wreath. I think that when something touches me, my heart swells so much that there has to be a leak somewhere.
Enjoy your weddings. They are precious. But really, aren’t you glad that you’re past that stage? Aren’t you glad to be a busy wife and mama, not a bride?
I am a blubbering fool at weddings. And I cry over births (back when watching A Baby Story was all the rage.)
I love your hair!
BAWLED down the aisle and during the whole ceremony at my wedding.
It was INSANE.
In my defense however, I did recieve the lovely gift of my monthly cycle the NEXT DAY…a few weeks early!
ANYWAY, I used to cry at EVERY wedding, but only every so often now. Usually when I really care about the individual or couple getting married.
I’m a jerkstore.
since july i’ve photographed 7 weddings, and with each one i give the disclaimer to the bride “if you hear someone in the background sniffling…don’t fret…it’s just your photographer trying to keep herself together.”
I do not usually cry at weddings. I just hold Mike’s hand really tight.
I wasn’t a WEDDING CRIER
… until I fell in love.. now everytime I see a wedding picture or a wedding movie scene my heart just melts…. and I can’t stop the tearstream…
My husband and I BOTH cried all through our wedding. We had written our own vows and it was so beautiful, special and spiritual that we were just overcome with the goodness of the Lord. Plus, we both have unsaved parents, so the thought of starting the new generation of believers was amazing. And yes, I still cry at all the weddings I attend, and almost anything else that is remotely emotional. I long ago switched to waterproof mascara for my everyday life.
Yes, I cry at weddings too.
I am definitely a wedding weeper. And I too have had weddings on the brain this week. http://www.incourage.me/2009/10/your-people-will-be-my-people-3.html I love the courage that weddings stand for. Because it sure takes something to promise your forever to someone else.
Yup, I’ll just add my two cents to the mix. I’m a wedding weeper. When my sister got married I was a few weeks pregnant, but didn’t know it. I wept and wept standing up on the altar as her Maid of Honor. I absoutely could not get a hold of myself. That one was the worst…but then I found out I was pregant, which sort of explained the complete hormonal wacko-ness.
Was in a wedding this past week. The preacher did an amazing job at painting the marriage between a man and woman and how that symbolizes Christ and His church. He talked about the roles of men and women and when they are done according to God’s will how harmony is created. It was such a beautiful testimony. It was a wonderful reminder to the treasure in my own marriage – wedding are happy.
Rachel
Am I a crier? I’m crying reading this post! My mother was a crier. She would cry when I left home, cry when I came home. She could and would cry at the drop of a hat. It used to bug me to no end. And now I am my mother, God rest her soul. I have to fight it off when my kids and grandchildren leave and when they come and when I look at their beautiful faces in pictures. Don’t even want to think about their weddings! I’ll be a snotty mess. Thanks so much for this aggravating trait, Mom! I love you! (weep)