It wasn’t until a month after the chasunah that I sat down with my husband and addressed the nagging issue we’d been avoiding

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he wedding was gorgeous — the culmination of so many dreams. I couldn’t help comparing it to our last wedding. Sometimes you need to go through the hard stuff to really appreciate the good stuff. Sometimes you need to make a Covid wedding to truly appreciate the luxury of a wedding hall with proper flowers, dresses, and loads of family and friends with nary a mask in sight!

And sometimes you need your son to go through several psychotic episodes to truly appreciate a Chezky who both enjoyed the wedding and added to it.

“Ma! Ma! Ma!” He pulled on my sleeve, nearly yanking the lace off. “Can I see if the caterer needs help?”

“Sure!” Let him go hock someone else’s chinek for a while.

“Ma! The photographer said I was the best model ever!” He preened. “What does model mean?”

“Ma! The band has an awesome mike! Can I sing now, Ma, please? Now?!”

My Chezky was back. Running circles around me and telling puns during the photos to get everyone to laugh. While in the past his behavior may have made my head spin, now I was just so grateful to have him grounded and with us.

So the chasunah passed in a glow of nachas and warm feelings of hakaras hatov that we made it until here. Shehecheyanu.