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By the end of our trip invitations were issued, logistics discussed, and tentative plans made.  As we said our goodbyes I knew I was going to take my chances with this man.  Of course I didn’t tell him that immediately, I let him wait a few weeks before I gave my final answer.  You know me by now, I’m a tease.

Back home, my good friends, the ones who were there for me since the beginning of the story, didn’t share my excitement.  Time and again they told me I was making a huge mistake. “He broke your heart twice before.  Don’t be stupid. If you go you’ll be all by yourself, we won’t be there to help you pick up the pieces“.  I knew they meant well, but it was my decision to make.  

And so, on February 15  1993, I was back at the airport,  my whole life packed into 2 suitcases.  Whatever I couldn’t fit in my luggage was either left at my mom’s house, or given away to my friends under the condition that I will get it back if things didn’t work out and I came back.  I was ready to started my new life.

The first few months weren’t easy.  After living by myself for so many years I had to learn the art of living together with someone. I missed my friends and my family.  I had 3 months to find a job before my visa expired, and somehow I wasn’t sure things were going in the right direction for us.  The guy wasn’t as affectionate as I hoped he would be, and didn’t want to commit yet. At times it felt like we were roommates.  Several times I was ready to board the plane back.

Things started to look up when I finally found a job that would sponsor my work visa. With one of the main stress factors gone, I felt much better about myself.  

In August, while I was still waiting for my visa, my brother got married and I flew back to Israel for the wedding.  My visit was supposed to last a week, but I ended up staying for 4 weeks until all my visa issues were resolved.  The day before I flew back I talked to my guy’s mother, and she told me he missed me very much.  “He is ready“, she said “you just have to get there and set the date“.

And so it was. A few nights after I came back,  he asked me if I would like to have kids with him.  When I commented that there was one step I would rather take before that, he said:“OK, then let’s get married“.

On December 14 1993, surrounded by 16 of our closest family members and friends, most of whom arrived from Israel for the occasion, we got married. As weddings tend to be, it was a very emotional event for me.  I cried when the cantor spoke about my dad being somewhere out there very happy for me and I cried when my new father in law gave a toast saying “we finally have the daughter we always wanted” (my husband being the oldest of 4 boys).  

But there was one surprise yet to come. After the dessert dishes were cleared I asked my brother, who was our video photographer, to start the camera rolling.  My new husband and I stood up, each holding an identically wrapped small package. I looked around at the people surrounding us and took a minute to absorb all that love.  Finally I took a deep breath and started by thanking our guests.  I told them how much we appreciated the fact that they came from so far away to attend our wedding, then turned to our mothers and told them we have a small gift for them. I handed a package to his mother, as he handed one to mine.  As they were opening the packages the other guests tried to guess what was inside.  No one did. The packages contained small books.  Looking at the title, both mothers tried to hided their disappointment. It took a few seconds for the reality of what we were trying to tell them to sink in, but when it did, tears of joy started flowing again. The title of the books they were holding in their hands was “Funny, You Don’t Look Like A Grandmother“.  You see, the day before our wedding we received the best wedding gift of all.  We found out that we were expecting our first child.

THE END?

Are you kidding, it was only the beginning. But does anyone really want to read about “ever after“?



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    • 0 votes vote up vote up

      Darla5 wrote Nov 10, 2008
    • Beautiful story. You really have a talent!  

      I love the new picture you posted!



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    • 0 votes vote up vote up

      Feathermaye wrote Nov 10, 2008
    • I’m sitting here over the remnants of my pancakes with tears streaming down my cheeks.

      Beautiful story, beautifully told.



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    • 0 votes vote up vote up

      Yana Berlin wrote Nov 10, 2008
    • You are a tease.....I love it....
      MORE MORE MORE

      LIKE NOW



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    • 0 votes vote up vote up

      Merlot63 wrote Nov 11, 2008
    • Ladies, I’m humbled by your generosity and support.

      As I wrote at the beginning of my story, this was kind of an exercise.  I read so many beautifully written blogs on this site, stories that touched me, stories that made me laugh, and I wanted to see what I can come up with myself. So I gave it a shot. In my wildest dreams I didn’t think I would get such encouraging and supportive feedback.

      As you know by now, English is my second language.  No matter how many times I go over what I write, I always find something to fix.  Incorrect grammar, expressions translated from Hebrew that don’t make sense in English, not to mention spelling mistakes, or sentences that just don’t sound right.  I’m sure that no matter how many of those I correct, there are still some left, and I apologize.

      And as for “ever after“... I will write about that too one day...



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