wedding last night.
I expected to see two adults under the chuppah, transformed and somehow much older than I had ever seen them. But no, actually quite the opposite, they looked so much younger. I expected them to be radiating joy and passion, and I was surprised to find humble and powerful expressions of Yir'ah--some holy mix of awe and fear and apprehension and love. I had this image of marriage as proceeding from some ultimate readiness and complete certainty--now that seems almost silly. Who is ever completely ready for anything? What can we do but step humbly and boldly, with Yir'ah, into creation?
Today and tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow will be full. Finishing labwork. Givat Hamatos. Sulha.