Yesterday, we went to a wedding - a truly wonderful one. R and M are both long-term active members of our synagogue. R has never been married while M was a widower. She's about my age, he's about ten years older. And they are so very much in love - you could see it on their faces in shul, at Shabbos meals, during events. It's just the loveliest thing.
We got there late - just in time for the chuppah (wedding ceremony), missing the smorg and the kabbalat punim (the veiling of the bride.) We even missed the procession. R wore a lovely cream-colored ankle-length suit with a very simple veil. Utterly perfect for her.
It's interesting attending even a small wedding where you know pretty much everyone in the room. Usually, for affairs like this, there are a number of shul tables for people who attend the same synagogue as the bridal couple or their parents. For this wedding there were a number of table scattered all over the room, on both sides. Didn't matter - we were all sitting with friends. And dancing with friends. It's been a long time since I've danced with a bride at her wedding. These days I mostly find the mother I know and dance in her circle. The brides' circles tend to be too energetic and I usually don't know anyone. This wedding didn't have mothers' circles - I think they had one parent between them - but the bride and her friends are my age, so it was fine. I got to dance with the bride. I'm happy.
And in a quiet corner, where no one could see them unless they looked, while the band played Lionel Richie's "Hello" as dinner music, W and S danced. They're a married couple. He moved her from the electric wheelchair to the manual, and they danced. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
We stayed to the end and the final blessings and got a ride home. It was so perfect.
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