It’s a typical morning after a wedding around here. Hepcat is going through his pictures from last night and I’m blogging about the event.

This one was special. Not only did the bride and groom pull off a seemingly effortless, stylish, heartfelt event, but they did something else, too:

They brought together three intersecting families, who danced, drank, and celebrated. Together.

As a child of divorce myself, I was impresssed that the bride, the bride’s daughter, the groom, the groom’s two daughter, the bride’s ex-husband and wife, the groom’s ex-wife and husband were all there celebrating the coming together of this wonderful couple.

There was something very graceful about it. As graceful as an impromptu hora at a non-Jewish wedding, two dozen dancers moving from one room to another without coming apart (see above).

A lesson that divorce can be graceful and amicable. Eventually.

I was moved to be at this hopeful event – to see the three sisters together (two are his, one is hers). They are all one now. To see the radiant bride in her Narcisco Rodriguez dress (there’s a story but not for here), and the groom, whose utterly cool restaurant we were in (Painters in Bellport), looking happy and full of love.

This wasn’t one of those discreet second weddings at City Hall with the bride wearing a wool suit. NO, the bride was unspeakably sexy in her tight fitting white dress (see above). This wedding was a true CELEBRATION of the unexpected journeys we take in life.

It was a storybook wedding in the real sense of the word. The Story, the book of love, life, family, and marriage in all of its many permutations.

The real story. And I loved it.  Congrats to the happy couple and their families.