Our Savta has looked forward to this day since, well, forever. She may be blissfully ignorant, but should she miss the opportunity to be at a family simchah?
Two sheva brachos outfits, one set of linen, an in-store housewares order scheduled for delivery in the next few days, and a pair of casual summer shoes, because you can never really have enough shoes.
Also because when you’re kallah shopping, the credit card bills mount up like crazy anyway, so another hundred dollars here and there barely seems to register.
We piled our bags in the trunk, got into the car, and I watched as Ma pulled out her notebook, checking things off her endless lists with a satisfied expression on her face.
“Good, good, we’re getting there,” she said.
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