On Saturday I was driving past The Stone Barn and saw a bunch of folks awaiting the start of an outdoor wedding. A guy laden with cameras along the side of the road was signaling traffic to slow down, and I quickly saw why: a horse-drawn carriage was coming down the road, bringing the bride, all in white, and her father.
I waved to them and immediately felt myself getting utterly choked up. By the time I hit the Newark Road intersection I blinking back tears.
Are we hard-wired to cry at weddings? Is this some kind of instinct?
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