Zipping up the overnighter, the same thought always occurs to me: I've donesuch a good job tidying up the house - so I won't be greeted by a mess whenI come back - that it's really a shame to leave.
Then I think of all the family I'll see at the wedding. Not just the auntsand uncles and cousins, but those who have passed on. You spy them in thecorners at odd moments, or even taking center stage when the conversationturns to old times, as if they wanted to give you their side of the story.If they can come all the way from the next world, surely I can make theshort hop to Chicago for the happiest of occasions.
It's time for the opening ceremonies, so men and women are directed toseparate-but-equal banquet rooms. While the ladies celebrate and ululateover the beautiful bride, the men adjourn to a long table in the next room,complete with pastries and bottles of whisky, to go over the legal documentswith a clear mind.
First there is the T'naim, or Conditions, certifyingthat there are no impediments to the marriage. A delegation is dispatched tothe women's gathering to make sure the bride freely consents to the match.Then it's time to check out the ketubah, or marriage contract outlining therights of the bride and responsibilities of the groom.
The groom is also obliged to fill in one of the Hebrew letters in thecontract by hand and deliver a d'vor torah,a littlehomily based on that week's Bible reading, during which it is customary tointerrupt him with raucous songs and prayers. (This is what passes for aJewish stag party.)
I've picked a seat next to one of my older cousins, the grandfather of thebride, and a widower now. I've known him all my life and am especiallygrateful to him for bringing his long-ailing wife, one of those angels everyfamily has, to both my children's weddings. It couldn't have been easy,considering all the difficulties involved in making such a trip. She may nothave been fully aware of her surroundings in those last, hard years, but hersweetness and smile still glowed for all those who knew her. As the groomspeaks of his love for his bride, my cousin discreetly wipes away a tear.
Then it's time for the Bedeken, or veiling of thebride by the groom in a ritual that harkens back to the 29th chapter ofGenesis. One can't be too careful, you know, lest the groom get a Leahinstead of a Rachel. Sure enough, under all that bridal finery, it's mydelicate, beautiful blond first cousin twice removed. Goodness. She's grownup. And soon it's time to proceed to the wedding ceremony itself, theconsecration of bride and groom to each other.