There is something to be said for a long-laid plan that – after well over a decade – goes off without a hitch, especially when those most intimately involved had no idea there was any sort of plan in the first place. Such was the case on Saturday, when two close friends of mine – Jenn and Bill – officially tied the knot.

The term “fairy-tale wedding,” often overused, comes to mind, but that’s neither here nor there.

Before I proceed, however, I’m forced to admit that I’m – beyond a doubt – what some would call a “crier.” You know, one of those people who breaks down and cries during long-distance phone commercials, especially when the holidays roll around. I cry at the end of sappy romantic comedies. In fact, there are three motion pictures – all of which would easily make my top five, all-time-greatest-films-ever-made list – “Dances With Wolves,” “Saving Private Ryan” and “Braveheart,” that still, to this day, reduce me to tears.

Actually, to be completely honest, they make me weep like an infant. And no, I’m not ashamed to admit it. Which is why, on Saturday, I was so proud of myself for keeping the flood gates, at least partially, closed.

And yes, weddings, as you can probably guess, typically reduce me to tears as well.