The only way the Jews celebrate is together, "as one man with one heart."
As the week-long celebration after my wedding comes to an end, I had the opportunity to look back on my very special day.
It was a traditional Jewish wedding. We had a chuppah, we had a catered meal, and of course, there was plenty of lively dancing. I wore a black suit, my wife wore a beautiful self-designed dress, and at 21:30 the wedding ended and everyone went home. Nothing unusual.
However, after I had time to think over the experience, I saw that I was merely a character of the grand play: "The Potential of Am Yisrael."
At the chuppah, I stand with eyes dancing through the smiling faces staring back at me. I see Sefardim and Ashkanazim. In the back, my brothers from the army -- many of whom are irreligious -- stand wide-eyed at as this religious ceremony plays out. There are Chareidim standing proud in full garb. There are multi-colored kippot making a wave of color flow through the crowd. There are children and grandparents. I am staring at Klal Yisrael. Nothing separates us. In this moment, with the mountains of Yehuda in the background, I see my nation as it was always meant to be.
As the dancing began, I was overtaken by the love showering down upon me. Around and around I was swirled. Again, the many faces of different Jews flashed before me.
One of the wedding guests told my mother: "This is Klal Yisrael."
How did I merit to be part of such a special people?!
Thank you for all who participated in making such a G-dly experience.