All wedding'd out

I have been endowed for 5 years. In that time I never saw a sealing, live or proxy. I didn't even know what happened in the ceremony. In the last six months, since I got married, I have been to five sealings for friends and family. This weekend will mark another wedding spectacular. I love the sealing ceremony, with the power of the words and the priesthood that makes the marriage binding here on earth and in heaven. Every time I see the ceremony performed, my resolve to be a better man and a better husband is strengthened. I don't remember what happened in mine, other than I cried and felt the spirit. I listen to the words more now and try to apply it to me instead of the two kneeling there because they will probably be like me and not remember what happened at their own. Emotional experiences are funny things. Sometimes every detail is deeply engrained so that you can remember the smells and sounds and colors forever. Other times the details are lost in a cloud and the feeling remains behind. Try as I might, some experiences recall only as feelings while in others I remember what shirt I wore. Being truthful, I dread going to the wedding, but I love being there. My attitude changes once it all starts happening. I shouldn't tell my wife that because I also dread going to or starting romantic movies, but don't mind watching them. She may ask me to go to more girly stuff and I may end up looking forward to such outings, heaven forbid. After this weekend I think I'll be all wedding'd out for a while.