I would take the best picture and hang it in our entranceway
Baruch Hashem, the day turned out better than expected. The staff we hired showed up early, and family and close friends came on time. I hugged everyone with unbridled joy, clinging just a little longer than necessary to keep myself from falling over from exhaustion.
We soon came to my favorite part of the simchah. As the photographer gathered everyone together for pictures, the excitement revived me, and I suddenly found myself able stand to my full five foot two inches (5″3′ with those annoying heels I was wearing).
When I posed with my soon-to-be mechuteneste and our daughters, a friend came over and asked in a loud stage whisper, “Why isn’t the kallah’s mother here?”
Points to me for remaining calm as I pointed to my new mechuteneste, who looks as young as her daughters. (Important mental note: Definitely splurge and buy the new sheitel that will certainly make me look ten years younger.)
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