The Crier

That's me. I'm sure we all can pin-point the one person who can nearly always be counted upon to cry at an event. In this case, it was most definitely me.I cried at the rehearsal dinner as I gave Mom and Mike their card, I cried as.... wait. Let me rewind, and walk you through my past week of life.
Wednesday - I worked. My grandfather and his wife arrived here via the Portland Jetport.
Thursday- I got off work. I came home and slept for a while. I woke to my grand mother, great aunt, and most precious little cousin, being brought to the house. I can't blame htem for waking me. It's been since October since we've seen, or really even spoke to one another.
Friday- I got off work. I should have went to sleep. Instead I drove the latter arrivals around Auburn all day trying to do my mother's bidding for her wedding. I took a 5 hour energy that did not prevent me from taking a nap when we finally got back to the house. After napping, I got up and threw myself together for the rehearsal dinner. Grilled hotdogs and hamburgers as we briefly ran through the ceremony and worked some more on setting up the gazebo and tents. Went to bed around 10.
Saturday- The day we had all been anticipating since last July when Mike proposed to my mother. It had finally arrived. I woke around 8 with my little cousin. I was left with a mile long list of delegations before my mother left to make her own wedding day preparations. We ALL spent the day biting our nails as it rained... AND SNOWED! Madison was more than excited to see snow. She was clearly the only one though. After my mom got home, I was sent to the store for more ice, because eight bags were aparently not enough. At all. From the time I got back with the ice, to the time she walked down the aisle was a complete blur. Neither of us attended the pre cocktail hour. I was helping her get ready, and attempting to do so myself. We nearly forgot to get the flower girl basket ready, and the candles the wedding party were carrying down the aisle. I scrambled to do so. I remember zipping my mother up in her dress, tossing mine over my head, fumbling with my sash and the lighter for the candles, quickly pressing my nails on and rushing down the hallway to tell all that she was ready. Oh, and being thankful that it had stopped snowing and raining nearly two hours before. I smiled as I preceded the bride down the aisle. I was proud as Madi dutifully tossed her stars in a delicate and mature manner (which was missing at the previous night's rehearsal). Then my mom's song came on, and I just lost it. All the tension, nerves, stress, happiness, sadness, effort that was put into this wedding was coming to fruition right before our eyes. I saw it in Mike too, he nearly cried twice. The day was so prefect for them, and they were married. I'm sure every picture post my mother's walk will show the teary eyed mess I was. I can't wait to get them from the photog and share them all.

I learned so many things about weddings through this process. One thing I learned, perhaps the most small and insignificant, is that I'm the crier. It's something I had explained to me as beautiful though. It's my heart being too big to be contained simply by my chest, it must pour itself out to be shared by others. That of course brought another bout of tears.
I'm a proud new step-daughter and sister, and the last born Vaughn woman in the family. After this wedding, I'm not to sure how ready I am to venture on my own... beauty and love aside. Weddings are hard freaking work.