I had to look right at this wedding, no matter the price
When Chezky’s brother got engaged, I was excited and so happy for him… and also completely overwhelmed. All I could think of was what happened last year, when my brother got married. The costs. The time. The stress. Outfitting myself and my kids, traveling, making sheva brachos, it all cost money. And taking off work was a total nightmare, my boss still hasn’t stopped mentioning it. All in all, a massive simchah — and a massive strain on the married siblings.
“What are we going to do?” I asked Chezky, when we finally had a chance to sit down and talk. “I get a headache just thinking about it all… and there’s Penina next, she’s for sure in shidduchim already, we could have another wedding within the year. How can we even afford it all?”
“Hey, we’re not making the wedding, you know,” Chezky said lightly. I could tell he was a little upset, this was his brother’s simchah after all. I changed tracks.
“I know, I know, and this is amazing, I’m so happy for Aharon and the kallah is really sweet. It’s just the practicalities… remember making sheva brachos last year? And the girls will need gowns, I’ll need something to wear, plus the hairdresser and the shoes and all the bits and pieces…”
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