She looked like herself, yes. Like I remembered her, every day we spend together in Israel. Her smile, and her laugh. It was her. But somehow, she was different. Maybe it was the white dress, or the veil. The tehillim in her lap. The reality of it, the fact that this was her wedding day! Now she is moving on to a new stage. She is not one of us. She is... married!!!
It was amazing! I love weddings. The music that makes you want to dance, the bride, that looks so beautiful, and makes you want to dance, the dancing, that makes you want to dance, the energy in the air, the chocolate liquor, (girly stuff, but alcohol nonetheless) all of which triggers something in you, and makes you want to dance, to be free!
Forming one big circle with all of my friends, just like it used to be, all of us together again. (Well, not ALL of us, but whoever was in town and could make it.) I am so happy for the new couple.
The first wedding, the one that hits home, that makes you realize that this is it, from this point on there is only one direction we can go. Forward. No going back. Soon, soon. The first of many.
Iy''H by you, may we celebrate many simchas this year!!
the first of my true best friends to get married now has a baby boy.
ReplyDeletemy best friend is a MOTHER.
you think having a friend get married is a change? having a friend become a parent WILL BLOW YOUR MIND.
None of my best friends have started dating, to the best of my knowledge. I have an older friend who is married with a baby, and it was weird to get used to. But I guess you are right, everything changes after that.
ReplyDeletetime flies by like clouds passing in the sky.
ReplyDeletelifetimes hear and gone like the blink of an eye
ReplyDeletemarch through the desert one step at a time.
ReplyDeleteChop em down, chop em down, chop em down, chop chop em down.
ReplyDeleteA time to be born a time to die. Don't worry Altie, you seem like a really awesome gal, and some awesome guy will come sweep you off your feet soon enough.
ReplyDeleteA time to rend, a time to sew. Ever read that book? The title makes me sad.
ReplyDeleteThanks Daniel! And of course I wish the same for you, though in your case the awesome person should be a girl, not a guy. (Unless, of course, you have an afinity towards guys.)
As to my awesomeness, I do agree, though I personally know a few select people who don't fall down in front of me with awe.
Oh well.
I have friends with babies, and now two others getting divorced. Freaky stuff mon. ("Mon" would be "man" with a Jamaican accent.)
ReplyDeleteHehe, sara, thanks for making me laugh.
ReplyDeleteWe try.
ReplyDeletewow, that's even freakier. friends getting divorced? shame.
ReplyDeleteId fall down in front of you with awe, but I don't know how tznius that is. And no, I def am a girls only kinda dude, now whether that girl is ashkenaz, or sefardi, or hassidish, doesn't matter as much to me, as long as she is a Bas Yisroel.
ReplyDelete:) I like you Daniel, for both of your comments. I'd give you a gold star sticker.
ReplyDeleteOOh, ooh! Can i get it on my nose or forehead? then I can wear it with pride!
ReplyDeleteForehead sounds about right. That's where I love to put mine.
ReplyDeleteSounds good. :)
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