If you have arrived here, it is probably not by accident. After all, we sent you a card in the mail that told you to look here. So now that you're here, what are you going to do?
Well, I know what I'm going to do. As we make that long, strange march towards our wedding day, we'll occasionally post things here about what we found, what we experienced, and how we handled it. And hopefully there will be absolutely no posts about how the tuxedos were ill-fitting, the photographer showed up late and drunk, and the caterer brought Oysters Rockefeller and a whole roast suckling pig to a reception for a Jewish wedding.
Oh, yes, I probably should have mentioned that it will be a Jewish wedding, of the Reform variety. What this means for the goyim is that it will not be a Greek wedding, or a Mexican wedding, or a Catholic wedding, or an Indian wedding. There will be a rabbi instead of a minister or a Justice of the Peace. There will be some Hebrew thrown about, but not so much that you'll lose track of what's going on. The language will be fairly egalitarian; the bride is not the property of the groom (nor vice-versa). There will be a chuppah under which to stand and a ketubah for the bride and groom to sign. But there will also be many elements familiar to anyone who has attended a wedding in these United States of America, like exchange of vows, exchange of rings, processional, some speech about holy matrimony, obligatory snogging, recessional, music, dancing, and a reception afterwards.
But I can promise that nobody will make you eat a bacon cheeseburger on matzo. That's strictly a Passover delicacy.
Enough pre-wedding snarkery from me. Cindy ought to have a go at this journal. It is as much hers as it is mine. What say you, my betrothed?