It wasn’t until a month after the chasunah that I sat down with my husband and addressed the nagging issue we’d been avoiding
The wedding was gorgeous — the culmination of so many dreams. I couldn’t help comparing it to our last wedding. Sometimes you need to go through the hard stuff to really appreciate the good stuff. Sometimes you need to make a Covid wedding to truly appreciate the luxury of a wedding hall with proper flowers, dresses, and loads of family and friends with nary a mask in sight!
And sometimes you need your son to go through several psychotic episodes to truly appreciate a Chezky who both enjoyed the wedding and added to it.
“Ma! Ma! Ma!” He pulled on my sleeve, nearly yanking the lace off. “Can I see if the caterer needs help?”
“Sure!” Let him go hock someone else’s chinek for a while.
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