Tears?

I'm gonna be honest with you...I'm not a crier. I do have my semester-ly breakdown where I completely lose it and cry for hours on end about some ridiculous thing like satanic teachers, lack of a social life, or just plain homework. This cry fest is very upsetting and always results in a headache and me going to bed early. I hate headaches. Maybe that's why I only go off the deep end once a semester. Why am I sharing this with you? Because this week I cried over something really, really, embarrassingly LAME.
On the TV Channel, MyStyle, there is a show called "Whose Wedding Is It Anyway?" In this show, procrastinating brides hire a wedding planner to help them race to the altar in style and sophistication. Oh yeah, and the wedding planner usually has some interesting obstacle to deal with. For example, a pregnant bride, the bride wants a Gothic wedding, there are only two weeks left to plan the wedding, plan a wedding in NYC where just about every elected official in the state (plus the neighboring states) has been invited and so on. This week I was watching an episode during the hour break I have between classes and this particular episode featured an older couple getting married after having lived together for three years. On top of that, the bride had just finished battling breast cancer. The groom proposed to her before she started her treatments, and the next year her cancer was gone. I cannot tell you how amazing it was to see the love these two people felt for each other. The bride was the most precious thing in the groom's life and she was eternally grateful for his support and unfailing love through her trials with breast cancer. At their reception, the two presented toasts for the other and I cried! OH MY GOSH!! Basically, it was so precious and perfect that I couldn't help it! This is what happens when you come to BYU. Everyone is getting engaged, married, pregnant and it's like a fever: it's catching. Even if, like me, you don't feel 100% ready to be married, you still want it really badly. And dating, or a lack thereof, is NO fun so you end up feeling like you just want to get married so you don't have to date anymore. It's probably not wise to think of marriage as simply an end to dating. It's so much more than that but we just pushed around so much that marriage is viewed as an escape from the turbulent pool of dating. Anyway, the point is that I cried over something maybe not entirely as lame as I previously thought.