Yesterday, I saw a LOT of water....both outside and my own tears...I honestly don’t know what came over me....Let me know start from the beginning....
Yesterday I had a wedding in Myrtle Beach. Now, I’ve mentioned before how I don’t like leaving home for out of town weddings because I leave Kaz at home...It makes me sad because I want to be with him, and at the wedding I’m reminded of all the happy couples, so it’s very hard for me to leave...ONCE I leave I’m fine...It’s just the initial leaving part that gets me......So anyway, I was getting ready to leave to go to Myrtle Beach and once again I got sad AND scared. See the weather yesterday was awful[raining and in some parts of SC freezing rain, sleet, and snow]. I wasn’t worried about driving in the rain, I was worried about driving back late at night in the rain[Myrtle Beach is about 2.5 hours away from us]. SO before I walked out the door I started crying[I’ve never cried before when leaving so Kaz didn’t know what to say at first. I’m just usually sad...BUT never cried]. He kept comforting me, etc and the tears kept coming....I got in my car and left and I still kept crying. Kaz had offered several times to go with me BUT I felt awful asking him to go. It was his day off and I wanted him to enjoy it and just relax and rest! So I got about 5 minutes down the road and I called him still crying....He told me to turn around and he would go with me...Now I was going to be busy from 1130-7 SO that’s a lot of time for him to do nothing. He reassured me he could work at a Starbucks, go to a gym, etc BUT I still felt awful. IF that wasn’t enough, I started crying because we had left Miley at home for 12 hours in her crate. I mean my neighbors had said they would let her out but still it made me really sad because we’ve never done that, SO I cried for about the first 20 minutes of the trip.....
Before the wedding, I was able to meet up with an old childhood friend, AraLeigh! We grew up together but then went to different high schools and lost touch. I saw her a few weeks back at a wedding and since then we’ve been emailing a lot which I’ve loved! So we got to meet for lunch yesterday since she lives in Myrtle Beach. We had a great time chatting and catching up...
SO then it was wedding time...The wedding was beautiful BUT at the reception miss emotional Amy started crying not once, not twice, BUT 3 times during the reception...First, I cried because there was a young girl there in a wheelchair. It was clear she couldn’t walk, so during a song some of the bridesmaids lifted her and carried her to the dance floor. Even though she couldn’t dance they held on to her and made her feel like she was dancing away. It honestly touched my heart so much that I lost it....She was SO HAPPY and I’m positive that moment made her entire month! It was so touching...SO I cried...Then I cried when they did the anniversary dance. It always gets me[this isn’t the first time I’ve cried at a wedding]. I LOVE seeing people from all ages who are married dance especially older people. So I kept crying...I can only imagine what the guest think of me when they seeing me crying....LOL! When I tell Kaz about these moments it doesn’t surprise him at all. I’m a crier whether I see something or someone happy or sad...I cry....BUT the thing is I always cry when I tell him the stories. SO I cried again! What can I say....It’s who I am....
So yesterday was a great day...I saw a lot of water BUT I’m so thankful that Kaz made the sacrifice and went with me. We had a great time together, and Miley was happy to see us when we got home!
3 comments:
This is going to sound silly but one of the things that makes you a such great friend is the fact that you cry a lot. Let me explain, lol... You're sensitive to what people are feeling and even though you're going through your own emotional situations, you can still feel such deep-down happiness for them that you cry tears of joy. I love you Amy and I'll cry with you whether they're tears of happiness or sorrow.
you are so cute!
i agree with sabrina. she said it perfectly.
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