My cousin's wedding was beautiful. Not because of the flowers, the only flowers were the bride's simple bouquet of roses. Not because of the attendants, there were none. No singers, no flower girls, just a man and a woman sharing this simple ceremony with the ones they love, promising to love one another as long as they live. I cried. I always cry at weddings, but this one was special. It wasn't about putting on a show, it wasn't about the Kodak moment, it was sweet and simple and about love. It's also the only time I've ever worn jeans to a wedding. It was beautiful.
