Today is 150 days of the hostages in captivity.

It’s also the day before our daughter’s wedding.

And therein, my friends, lies the story of the Jewish people.

The bitter and the sweet in one spoonful.

My father was sitting shiva the same week as my brother’s wedding.

He got up from shiva, went to the wedding, walked his son down the aisle, danced a dance, went back home and sat down once again.

The Jewish story comes in undulating waves.

Mazel tov!

I’m so sorry to hear.

Tears of joy

Tears of pain

Hugs of happiness

Hugs of solidarity

There is a time for everything under the sun.

At the Jewish chuppah we sing a somber song of Jerusalem, our eternal capital, yet undone.

We break the glass to symbolize the brokenness of the universe in the moment of our highest joy.

Then we erupt in ecstatic mazel tov songs.

That’s the Jewish story.

Through history and till today.

Today is 150 days

And tomorrow we walk our daughter toward her beloved.

Both truths held dear to our hearts.