"... For you I'd wait 'til kingdom come
Until my day, my day is done
And say you'll come and set me free,
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me ..."
Coldplay, ' 'Til Kingdom Come ', 2005
Marty Winsen sung this song as I walked down the aisle towards Jason over five years ago. Strangely, the occasion did not make me emotional (which is unusual given the random things that can make me emotional now!), but whenever I hear it these days (eg. when walking the streets of Eastwood this week, thinking about what to write in my next blog entry) it makes me a little teary.
I have been to 3 weddings in the last 4 weeks, and I have found myself trying to hold back the tears at each one - and I can't really understand why. Maybe it's because I was honoured that the bride at each of these weddings chose me to read a passage for them; maybe it was because of my relationship to the couple - one bride even told a story about how she came to know me and my friends during the ceremony, which was read by my father who was the celebrant - or maybe it was none (or all) of the above. These people don't normally make me cry in everyday life, so why would a wedding change that?
I was hoping writing about this might help me to work it out ... but it hasn't. Guess I'm not really into the self analysis a blog can (is supposed to?) bring yet.
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