Maybe you've heard enough about weddings from me. Maybe you haven't. But I just couldn't let this go without writing about it.
Saturday I went to a beautiful and very interesting wedding. It had two ceremonies. The first one was a traditional American ceremony with the bride dressed in white and the groom in a tux, complete with bridesmaids and flower girl.
The second was a Laotian ceremony. For those of you who may not know where in the world Laos is, it is a landlocked country in Southeast Asia, bordered by Burma and People's Republic of China to the northwest, Vietnam to the east, Cambodia to the south and Thailand to the west. And yes, I had to look that up.
The bride and groom came out dressed in traditional Laotian wedding outfits. The bride was seated down on a rug among her family members and attendants in front of two silver pots filled with a beautiful arrangement of flowers. The groom was then paraded around the room by his groomsmen before seated next to the bride.
Although I couldn't understand a word of the ceremony, it brought me to tears. I didn't cry a drop during the other ceremony. There was just something about this one that really got to me.
All in all, it was a beautiful wedding.