What
is it with weddings that make you cry? Or maybe it is just me, an emotional
creature. But I think people who don’t like happy-ever-after stories, fairy
tales, and weddings either have their heart broken a thousand times or are just
plain Grinch.
Today,
January 8, a day before the feast of the Black Nazarene, my office mate Kuya Caloy and his girlfriend of 13
years, Jenny, tied the knot. They are high school sweethearts. I do not know
their love story but what’s more important is they ended up together.
The
marriage rite wasn’t grandiose, few selected people witnessed the union of
Carlos and Jennifer. But it was memorable on its own right. Their vows were heartfelt
and delivered in Filipino, which made it more meaningful and 'relatable'. Of course,
it was sealed with a kiss (and some photo ops).
Everybody—office mates,
relatives, friends, spectators—was sporting smiles and best wishes.
What
is it with weddings really that pull our heartstrings and make us believe on the
power of love?
Ah,
it is good to be in love.
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