Those of you who have been paying attention will have noticed a countdown timer in my right-hand sidebar, marking the passing days until Vered’s wedding.
Well, the great day has finally arrived and I’m having a hard time trying to get my head round the fact that my baby is getting married. It feels like only yesterday that she was a tiny baby in my arms. The years have flown by so quickly (OK, not so many years, she’ll be 20 a couple of days after the wedding!), and yet here is my little girl, poised on the edge of a great new adventure with her handsome beau beside her.
I can’t remember the last time I felt so excited, so nervous, so many butterflies in my tummy, and so happy and emotional all at the same time. I’m looking forward to seeing Vered in all her finery and her glorious wedding dress, and yet I don’t deny a tinge of sadness that she is leaving home. I’m eagerly anticipating walking her down the aisle to the chuppah, yet full of bittersweet emotion too.
I want to wish them both every blessing, may Hashem grant them joy and happiness, good health and prosperity, and success in all their endeavours.
The wedding itself is going to be a marvellous mix of European and Moroccan customs. I’m not sure how the chuppah is going to sound, but it won’t be anything that we’re used to from “der heim”!
Vered and I have been shopping and have gotten in sacks full of “accessories” for the dancing, like jingly rattles, sparkly lights – and scarves for belly dancing! Now that’s going to be a riot!
I don’t promise to post photos or videos of the wedding but if I find anything suitably incriminating I’ll put it up in another post.
I hope to be back to normal blogging schedule later next week, once we’ve recovered from the excesses of Sheva Brachot. Meanwhile, feel free to chat amongst yourselves.
Mazal tov to all the family!