Mazel Tov to Eli and Miryam Clevs on their marriage yesterday! Yay!
The wedding was beyond gorgeous, as was Miryam herself. I'm not ashamed to admit that I started getting teary-eyed when the Tanaim plate was broken (speaking of which, I never got a piece. Uh-oh. I'm doomed...). I'm usually emotional at weddings anyway, but this was beyond the norm. Probably because it's not everyday that two people I adore get married to each other. Then factor in having known the chosson my entire life. It's a good thing I'm not in the habit of wearing mascara.
It was such an amazing wedding that I don't even know how to begin writing about it. I think one of the highlights had to be escorting Eli and Miryam to the yichud room (ok, fine, to the elevators, which would take them to the yichud room)...across Michigan Avenue. We stopped traffic. It was unbelievable. Hundreds and hundreds of well-dressed Yidden, clapping and singing in Hebrew from the park, across one of Chicago's busiest streets, through the hotel. It was beyond cool.
Miryam definitely wins the 'Super Kallah' award. She was a dancing machine. I've never seen a kallah dance so much, and sit so little. I want to be Miryam when I grow up.
I'm going to have to write more about all this later, when I get my thoughts in order. My whole weekend was great, between the Shabbos Kallah, seeing a bunch of friends motzei shabbos, and the wedding. But the wedding just overshadows everything so much that I had to stop and think, just to remember what else I did over the weekend. I'm still on my simcha-induced high. I hope it takes a long time to come down.