Tears for the Father of the Bride

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We gave Alex our blessing, and I didn’t cry.
We toasted Laury and Alex’s engagement, and I didn’t cry.
We chose the hotel and the band, the florist and the photographer, and I didn’t cry.
We saw Laury model her gown, and I didn’t cry.
We sent invitations to friends and family everywhere, and I didn’t cry.
We counted responses and unpacked gifts, and I didn’t cry.
We picked the menu and planned the seating arrangements, and I didn’t cry.
We rehearsed and watched the video montage, and I didn’t cry.
We dressed and primped, and I didn’t cry.
We posed for the photographer, and I didn’t cry.
We witnessed the Ketubah signing, and I didn’t cry
We lined up for the procession, and I didn’t cry.
We entered the room and took our place by the Chuppah, and I didn’t cry.
We anticipated as the trio began playing “Edelweiss,” and I didn’t cry.
We beamed as Laury walked down the aisle, and I didn't cry.
We listened to the Rabbi as he married together our daughter and our new son-in-law, and I didn’t cry.
We dined, we danced, and we laughed with our guests, and I didn’t cry.
We gave our toasts and cheered as our son Michael give his, and I didn’t cry.
We “Raised our Glass,” we were elevated by the Horah and we went down low to “Shout,” and I didn’t cry.
We hugged our guests as they left, and I didn’t cry.

All night long I smiled and smiled. And yes, at the end of the night my eyes were still dry. Amidst it all, the celebration, the excitement, the music, and most of all amidst all the love, I just didn’t have room for tears. But maybe I will shed one or two now. Or maybe a whole flood. You never know.

 

 

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