Two short months ago, we enjoyed the happiest day of our lives when we were joined together under a huppah. Given that Joshua is a rabbi and all, we took the process of preparing for our huppah pretty seriously. In partnership with our senior rabbi, we developed an egalitarian and joyful lifecycle ceremony that was halachically valid and consistent with the way Jews have been getting married for thousands of years. (Why turn a wedding into a hippy dippy circus? There’s no reason to mess with a good thing, we thought.) It was inclusive of and accessible to our non-Jewish friends and relatives … and most importantly, had everyone spilling tears of joy.
The canopy of our huppah was a Scottish lace tablecloth of Monique’s great-grandmother, who smuggled it out of Germany during the Holocaust.
We are living in a world with a lot of broken glasses … broken homes, broken windows, broken doors, broken children, broken Yiddishkeit [Jewish life]. I want to bless you that you should be the ones to rebuild Jerusalem, because Jerusalem is only rebuilt by people who can take a broken glass, and build the holy Temple from it. – Rabbi Shlomo Carlebach