It was the best of times, and it was, well, the best of times. And just when I thought Jewish weddings were mostly much of a muchness, along came your uncle Kevin and (new aunt) Casey’s, which was probably one of the most beautiful events I’ve ever been to.
It was set in a magnificent wine farm in Stellenbosch, and aside from a brilliant setting, gorgeous décor and attention to every detail (there were even toy cars on your bed, a gift from Casey), it was an evening with much soul and warmth.
Many tears poured – for the sadness at those who weren’t present, for the absolute happiness for the marriage, and for the fact that so many of us were together again despite distance, separation and time.
I was proud of our little family, and happy for Kevin, one of the smartest and hard-working people ever (I think he also owns 15% of Apple).
And little dude, just when I worry that you won’t be okay, or that you’ll be super clingy and not want to walk down the aisle, you surprise me, and do the complete opposite. Firstly, you wore a suit. It took two sets of Lego – one the day before for you to try it on, and one on the day to get you in.
It wasn’t easy, but eventually you quite liked it. We had to compromise on the tie, jacket and black shoes, but for a kid who is more into broccoli than many textures and clothes, this was a biggie.
And boy, did you have fun. You frolicked around the farm, you chatted, and you walked down the aisle clutching your aunty Maya’s hand and your truck Lego, as if leading a procession of beautiful bridesmaids and a bride is something you do regularly.
After the ceremony, during drinks and canapés, you chatted, ate two plates of sushi, and acted as an unofficial welcoming committee at the entrance, sprawled over a chaise longue talking and dropping salmon into your mouth.
A while later when the reception started, you wanted to go back to the main house, where you eagerly went into the embrace of two babysitters, and waved me goodbye. I was quite surprised as sometimes you don’t want to go to “strangers”, or let me go that easily.
I’m so glad we could share something so special together with our small family, and that our year started off with something so happy and memorable.
Well done too for donning a black tie (almost), and for proving that moms (me) often worry about nothing.
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