I didn't cry as such, but I did well up...and i'm not an overly emotional person.
I went wedding dress shopping alone (hate girl trips and hate other peoples opinions on clothing).
I'd tried on about twenty dresses that all looked like a sack of shit on me. I was properly depressed by the time I found 'my' dress. I was worried that the only one i'd find would be out of budget, worried i'd have none at all (was shopping just a few weeks before the wedding), my ego was taking a bashing every time I tried the next dress on that made me look like a bag lady.
Then I found it. I wasn't fussed on the hanger, the dress shop woman made me try it. And it was perfect. It minimised all the areas I hated, accentuated every good area. It was well within budget and I knew my shopping days were over, no more trudging round over and over.
And suddenly my eyes were watering, and the World was Good again, and I could see rainbows in every corner and hear slight birdsong in the background.
And if you're a bitter old cynic who rolls their eyes at such frivolity and emotion then you can go fuck yourself. Because I don't care. I looked amazing, and a reflection that good deserved a tear or two.
So there.