Weddings, family

I cry at weddings.

Yes, that's right. Bitter, bitchy me... crying at weddings. What the hell is up with that?

For starters, after what I went through in 2004, I'm a bit more emotional; things run a little closer to the surface (Scott knows all about my "girlie" moments) and I actually give in. What's the point in being tough? On top of all that, it was a really, really nice ceremony.

My cousin is the third of us grandkids to get married... my brother is the last holdout, and he's been with his girlfriend for about 9 years. My other cousin and I are both divorced, and we're pretty sure his brother is in this one for the long haul.

Not that any of us went into marriage thinking it wouldn't last. You do it thinking it'll be the only one. But with Jay... he met his wife at a bus stop. They fell in love and now they're married. It's too cool not to work out.

It was good to see relatives I haven't seen in 2 years.... for some, I hadn't seen them in 6 or 7 years. I'm glad I made the trip; family is pretty important to me these days. Not only was it a nice ceremony, but it was great to see my cousin tie the knot. I wasn't there for his college graduation, or to see him off when he left for grad school. I'm glad I could be there today, especially since we don't get to see each other that often.

So cheers to a long and lasting marriage!