I have a small confession to make.  I cry at weddings.  It’s embarrassing but I can’t help myself.  I don’t even need to be close to the bride or groom for the tears to start flowing.  Even before we head to the ceremony, Wayne knows to grab a second handkerchief because he’s well aware that at some point during the ceremony I’ll desperately search my purse for a fresh tissue.  Even now I’m not exactly sure what prompts these tears.  Memories of my own wedding day?  Or when our children were wed?  Perhaps it’s simply sharing the joy of two people who have found each other and are vowing love and commitment.  No matter the cause of my tears, weddings are special and one of the very reasons I enjoy writing about them as often as I do.