proud to live up to yet another gender-based cliche...

...because i cried at the wedding. the sniffling began when the groom took his place at the altar. it intensified when the bride started down the aisle, and grew even stronger when she flashed us a goofy grin because she tripped over the dress' train. it didn't hit full bore, however, until he started to choke up during his vows. that, unsurprisingly, really set me off in a cavalcade of sniffle. fortunately, i was not alone.

if love is what makes the world go round, then it's no wonder that a wedding is such a defining thing; it's the moment when two lovers concentrate the most sought-after force in the world into something indelible, something powerful. it's magic. this one was no exception: outdoors and far from the city, overlooking a majestic valley where the leaves were in the midst of their fall makeover and the sun shone (albeit a bit weakly) over the proceedings; it took place in the world's cathedral (if you'll permit me that little bit of sickening schmaltz) reminding us that we were bearing witness to something huge--to two people promising to love each other for the rest of their lives, no matter what.

and that's massive. that's older than the trees and bigger than the mountain. that's the whole point.

and totally makes up for the fact that i did some serious damage to my newly resoled pointy boots.