Ahhh... weddings. They bring out our deepest emotions, about the passage of life, about family, and about... ourselves. We are now in Montreal celebrating the wedding of the next Koval brother, Motti. This is the first wedding where my brain has shifted from focusing on my own wedding 15 years ago, to wondering, "What might it be like to marry off a child?" It's been a strange consciousness. The weird part is, the bride is closer in age to my daughter than to me. Could this freak me out? Fill me with fear of aging? Worry about where the years are flying? Sadness that life escapes so fast? Sure. But I'm trying to choose the following emotions instead: Joy, that we have happily married off so many siblings so far. Gratitude, that we have a warm, large, loving family to celebrate with. Excitement, at the joy still to come. Prayerful hope, that God will continue to shower us with His blessings. And (I confess) just a teeny-tiny bit of freaked out.
Have a great week,
Ruchi
