Her bedroom is empty. The bed is stripped, the shelves bare, the dresses that were once slumped on a chair are replaced by a single zipped bag hanging on a hook. It’s her wedding dress: retired and out of
service.
service.
My daughter just had her one-month wedding anniversary. Some
four weeks ago, this very room was buzzing, filled with her friends coming and
going, my daughter sitting on her bed frantic with worry, anticipation, fear
and excitement.
four weeks ago, this very room was buzzing, filled with her friends coming and
going, my daughter sitting on her bed frantic with worry, anticipation, fear
and excitement.
We all believed in a
simple wedding, still we became caught up in it, sucked into A Wedding Vortex.
We spent hours and hours pouring over the details, lists, names. Our to-do list
never seemed to diminish. How could this be? I reminded myself that we are here to celebrate a marriage, not merely a party.
simple wedding, still we became caught up in it, sucked into A Wedding Vortex.
We spent hours and hours pouring over the details, lists, names. Our to-do list
never seemed to diminish. How could this be? I reminded myself that we are here to celebrate a marriage, not merely a party.
And it all started with The Dress, the one that now limply
hangs, shrouded in a plastic bag. As my daughter wanted to get married ‘differently,’
we began a search for The Dress that did not look like a wedding
dress. Not really, but kind of. Not
frilly and puffy and tight, but soft and loose and natural.
hangs, shrouded in a plastic bag. As my daughter wanted to get married ‘differently,’
we began a search for The Dress that did not look like a wedding
dress. Not really, but kind of. Not
frilly and puffy and tight, but soft and loose and natural.
Well, we trod the pavement and I helped her pull wedding
dress after wedding dress over head. She would step into it, frown and move on.
It was exhausting, yet, she finally found the one. From there, it all spiraled
into many other big decisions.
dress after wedding dress over head. She would step into it, frown and move on.
It was exhausting, yet, she finally found the one. From there, it all spiraled
into many other big decisions.
The young couple decided on most things pertaining to their
wedding. We smiled, watching them weigh their options, iron out their choices
and manage their budget. These were the very first of many such discussions
they would be having over a lifetime of marriage.
wedding. We smiled, watching them weigh their options, iron out their choices
and manage their budget. These were the very first of many such discussions
they would be having over a lifetime of marriage.
And again, whenever I felt overwhelmed, I would remember that the
focus should be on celebrating a marriage – not an extravagant one-night party.
It is not about napkin colours or centerpieces; rather it is about two people
who are in love and who want to share their lives together.
focus should be on celebrating a marriage – not an extravagant one-night party.
It is not about napkin colours or centerpieces; rather it is about two people
who are in love and who want to share their lives together.
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| Making their way to the chuppa. |
As parents, our greatest pleasure was watching the couple grow
together as they planned this wedding. They were on the phone constantly,
debating, discussing. They had to divvy up the tasks and the phone calls. Then
they would sit for hours over the computer, examining lists and names. And they
did it all as a perfect unit.
together as they planned this wedding. They were on the phone constantly,
debating, discussing. They had to divvy up the tasks and the phone calls. Then
they would sit for hours over the computer, examining lists and names. And they
did it all as a perfect unit.
They designed their own chuppa ceremony. We sat in
amazement, growing with excitement hearing their thoughts and inspirations.
amazement, growing with excitement hearing their thoughts and inspirations.
And finally, the big day came. During the wedding, we tried
our best to stay present and aware throughout. It all happens with a flurry,
months of planning evaporating in a few hours. As my own wedding was a blur, I
wanted to capture my daughter’s wedding differently.
our best to stay present and aware throughout. It all happens with a flurry,
months of planning evaporating in a few hours. As my own wedding was a blur, I
wanted to capture my daughter’s wedding differently.
Yet when we stood under the chuppa, I felt present but in
disbelief. Is this really happening? Has time passed so quickly that I am the
now older generation marrying off the new? How does the time slip by? And how
much time do we have left? These jarring thoughts signaled me to be aware, grateful
and appreciative.
disbelief. Is this really happening? Has time passed so quickly that I am the
now older generation marrying off the new? How does the time slip by? And how
much time do we have left? These jarring thoughts signaled me to be aware, grateful
and appreciative.
My father and my husband’s 95-year-old aunt were called up
to the chuppa to honour the memory of those who were gone and dearly missed: my
mother, my husband’s parents, the groom’s father whose tallit was draped atop
the chuppa, and many other dear relatives. We stood there remembering, pulling their
memories down, accompanied by a beautiful haunting melody, first composed
by Rabbi Nachman of Breslov.
to the chuppa to honour the memory of those who were gone and dearly missed: my
mother, my husband’s parents, the groom’s father whose tallit was draped atop
the chuppa, and many other dear relatives. We stood there remembering, pulling their
memories down, accompanied by a beautiful haunting melody, first composed
by Rabbi Nachman of Breslov.
This enchanting song bound the present moment to the past
and embedded an awareness of moving forward with an awareness of the love of
those who are gone.
and embedded an awareness of moving forward with an awareness of the love of
those who are gone.
My daughter decided to walk around her husband alone, not
with the mothers. The marriage was her journey, her decision, and she wanted to
do it on her own, in her own way.
with the mothers. The marriage was her journey, her decision, and she wanted to
do it on her own, in her own way.
We honoured every one of their choices. And so they created
a wedding that was unique, spiritual and distinctly theirs. It was their first
big project and creation together.
a wedding that was unique, spiritual and distinctly theirs. It was their first
big project and creation together.
A true Israeli-style wedding, this event would not have been possible anywhere outside of this country. It was outdoors in an herb garden and set under the stars. Informal wear was a must. It was barefoot for some, sandalled for most and the evening filled with unbridled joy, shrieks, clapping, acrobatics and heartfelt dancing.
It was their signature night, the moment when a young couple pledged their vows with the promise to set up a Jewish home in a Jewish land.
Just like that now retired wedding dress hanging idly on a hook, life has returned to stillness. We continue to observe our married couple as they set up a life together, in synch and in love.
Wishing them a lifetime of joy as they take these first steps towards a meaningful life together.
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