they are.

he squeezed her hand as they stood next to each other, moments away from becoming husband and wife. it was sometime after seeing this that i stopped being cynical about their relationship. and came to the realization of just how happy they are going to be together. and then i cried. a lot. i cried more at this wedding than any other wedding i've ever been to. i cried at the rehearsal, and it didn't stop at the ceremony. i cried at the reception. and again when it was all over. and then i nearly cried the next day at gift opening when i heard what they had both secretly engraved on the other's ring.

the whole weekend went well, despite a snowstorm on friday that required a bit of regrouping for the rehearsal dinner. i had a great time and it was worth all the stress about the bra, the dress, the gift, the shoes, the ride home, the outdoor pictures, and the missing roomate and sister. i danced the night away and didn't realize until it was too late that my too small shoes took three painful chunks of skin from my right foot. holy cow does it hurt! and i don't see it healing any time soon, as all of my shoes seem to hit those three spots all too well. but again, it was well worth it.

now i'm in a bit of post-wedding depression that usually happens to me after another of my friends gets married - probably because of the gaping lack of a relationship of my own. not that i'm not happy for each of my friends - they've all chosen spouses that i more than approve of - but when i see them all together, it's a reminder of how far i am from being there. and it takes me some time to get over it.

so today i'm gonna turn up my christmas music (they're already playing it on the radio!) and do what's necessary to get myself feel better. it may take a few days, but i imagine that my hope for the future will slowly return.

it usually does.