Weddings have never made me cry.

Every wedding i have been to, were of some relative. None of my friends or siblings have married yet. None of my cousins my age have married yet either.

As i watched the elderly couples in the bus that day sit excitedly and acceptingly of their respective spouses, i felt as if i've yet to live my life. Some of them were married for 20 years, some as much as 40 or 50. My parents themselves, an odd 30 or so years.

Before we left for our trip, it was suggested during the initial tour orientation that married couples bring with them white outfits for our trip to Cana. As many wedding days go, something unexpected usually happens. Lack of good wine would've been a big downer. Mom forgot to pack her's and dad's white clothes.

Everyone went to change from their street clothes to their "matrimonial" garb. One by one, the brides came out of the changing room. The grooms, grouped together while waiting, broke away from the pack to meet their respective partners as they approached the church courtyard. Some of the brides wore a small veil, just enough to cover the tops of their heads, while each of the grooms held a single red rose. Arm in arm they all lined up at the entrance of the church, whilst the rest of us single people held on to our cameras to record another milestone in a couple's life.

Mom would've normally felt bad at her obvious slip, but it didn't show. And it was just like dad not to mind at all. It was funny how some of the guys pretended to be nervous as if it were their first walk down the aisle, and teased their would-be wives about backing out while they still can...none of them wanted to.

As the church doors opened, they each made their way in. Quietly and happily, they led each other to the altar and took their places on stage. Photographers continued exploring for the right angle to take their photos in. The priest came out and commenced the ceremony. Some looked at the priest, some looked at each other, everyone else was looking at them.

As the quick 30-minute renewal ended, the rose was given and a kiss was exchanged. Surprised gasps were heard as some husbands pulled out a ring and placed it on fingers.

It may take a miracle to make me cry at a wedding, and some miracles take more work than others. On that day, there were no blushing brides or anxious grooms -- just contented wives and happy husbands....

--- original unedited manuscript "Remembering Israel"

Great write...... !
Love the flow of your story, keep it up girl!


*Mingle should get you to be a regular contributor of articles for the site

Now youre making me think...

Hows that again... 0.20 / post ?

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im still waiting for the previous checks to come in...a girl's gotta eat, too ya know.... ..
im suppose to be a thousand-aire by now...

Sheesh...... impatient little brat!!! (yeah.......calling you that again!)

I'm waiting???

so am i

i need to be inspired, ya know

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