From the wedding ...
I teared up when she came walking down with my uncle towards the groom ... I think my dad teared up too. Then again, he teared up when we watched Father of the Bride when I was 20. (Dad: "Well, Steve Martin makes me cry in all his movies!" followed by laughter)
Lots of deep talks with The Parents (little brother is studying for a major physics test at MIT, so I got them to myself), some about my own future wedding. Of the many things co-decided: It will be glamorous, probably held in Cathedral Hall at the University Club in Chicago, I will wear my mother's wedding dress (altered to be more poofy. I like poofy.), and avalanches of cupcakes will be served IMMEDIATELY upon arrival. I hate having to wait to eat the damn wedding cake - why save the best part for last??? I want my guests on a total sugar buzz when I'm walking down that aisle. Oh and also? Grooms are so last year.
With the bride.