We cry out and He responds

IT was one of those whirlwind shidduchim that ended with a plate in smithereens before I could blink. When the hall started emptying at the end of the evening, Miri, my daughter Shira’s close friend, came over and gave the new kallah a parting hug.

“Remember what happened today?” she asked.

My daughter stared blankly.

“Same date… 12 months ago?”

“NO way!!!!” She shook her head and laughed.

So weird. So true.

Exactly 12 months before, Miri’s vort had taken place in this very hall.

But I’m getting ahead of the story…