After the wedding

I am still in post-wedding mode, after the extremely moving wedding held Saturday of my son Tarek and his lovely, talented bride, Liz Jackson. Liz and Tarek had put a lot of loving care into the ceremony itself, and into a series of activities that brought families and friends together for a weekend in northern Vermont.
The wedding was marked by huge optimism regarding the future, though with a few notes of sadness. (Isaiah Berlin once wrote, “There is no community without loss.” In Tarek and Liz’s case, one of the sad notes– for us east-coasters– is that they will soon be moving to the west coast of the USA for a few years.)
The ceremony was held in an open, grassy meadow surrounded by wildflowers, overlooking spectacular views of nearby mountains and under a broad blue sky. At the end, those present sent the couple off with successive shouts of “Mabrouk!”, ” Mazel tov!”, and “Huzzah!”
I give thanks to the Almighty that these two beautiful, and wonderfully complementary, spirits found each other.
As for me, I’ll be back blogging toward the end of the week.