...I didn't cry.
At least not before or during the wedding.
I did cry (a little) when we got home that night and I went into her room and started washing and packing the rest of her things. And maybe I cried just a little when the dogs kept looking for her and I had to keep telling them that she wasn't there.
And I probably cried when I read the letter that she left for me telling me that she loved me and that she missed me.
I also cried when I drove to the wedding boutique this morning to take back the tuxedos. I've driven this route five times in the last seven days and every day but today she was by my side.
I didn't embarrass her by weeping and wailing as she walked down that aisle. Walked with beauty and confidence to the man who is her future. But I sure thought about it.