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hoshie!! Mazel tov!” “Can’t believe you’re a kallah!” “I heard the chassan’s family is just incredible…”
Blissfully, I greeted one well-wisher after the next, smiling until my cheeks ached. I could hardly wrap my head around the fact that I was engaged, let alone to the boy of my dreams. I was so glad that we hadn’t waited to announce our engagement; initially my chassan, Betzalel, was thinking of holding off a bit until his sister—who lived in my hometown of Detroit—had a baby so that his family wouldn’t have to fly in from New York twice. As it turned out, she was admitted to the hospital the night of my vort, so my in-laws were able to celebrate both simchos simultaneously.
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The next day, I called my mother-inlaw to reminisce about the vort.
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“I really must apologize,” I told her. “There were so many people pouring in, I hardly got a chance to shmooze with you.” “Please, Shoshie,” she laughed, in her warm and easygoing way. “We’ll have plenty of time for that down the road.” Ahhh, if only…
Since my sister-in-law had given birth to a boy, my in-laws decided to remain in Detroit until after the bris. During that week, we managed to take care of many wedding arrangements. The details fell into place so naturally and flawlessly; we felt a special siyata d’Shmaya guiding all our decisions. Each encounter with my in-laws made me aware of what an exceptionally gracious family I’d been zocheh to join. I was amazed at how comfortable I felt in my
