What takes almost a year to plan, a tremendous amount of patience, a small army of contractors and other participants — caterer, innkeeper, florist, DJ, guitarist, violinist, car service, banker, printer, computer wizard, glazier, rabbi, manager, lighting director, guests, friends, kosher butcher, families, car rental agencies, vintners, servers, bartenders, airlines, a kiddush cup, a small bag with a ready-to-be-broken glass, craft store centerpieces, and doctors on hand (even if the doctor called upon to render services not once, but twice, is one’s son) — and then is over in an afternoon and evening that go by too quickly?
You guessed it … our daughter’s wedding, which we were honored and thrilled to celebrate yesterday with friends and family. Anyone who’s had the pleasure we had yesterday knows that words cannot capture that feeling of floating along on the tsunami of joy that such a day brings.
Now, given that there will likely be thousands of digital photographs memorializing the event, as well as a full-length video, why sit here now and try to put the experience into words? In other words, why write about a wedding? Well, one shouldn’t.
One should just try to live in the moment and hold the memories as near to one’s heart as possible.