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June 23, 2003
Monday, June 23, 2003
Today was a day of superheroes. We were to make all the final arrangements in preparation for a 200-guest wedding and spend good quality family time together, since it would be our one and only day. (Yeah right!)
My sister and I got up around 9 or 10am I think it was. We had to make a trip to the Ministry of Interior in Jerusalem to obtain a document to prove that she was not Jewish in order to allow her and Sic to leave the country to legally be married. Since he is a soldier, he cannot leave the country until he has been in the army for at least a year unless there is documented reason.) My sister and I waited for over an hour in line only to be yelled at by this nasty woman, who did NOT speak English. She yells and
yells, and then yells some more, while my sister is near tears and I am just about to blow my top at this woman because she has just added an enormous amount of stress to my sister's load. Needless to say, we walked out of that place in a rage with explicit language flowing from my sister. Basically, what this all meant was that their marriage would not be legal in the state of Israel, and that they would not be able to leave the country to go on their honeymoon and a lot of other legal issues. (It was later decided that in August, when Sic has been in the army for a year and can leave the country, they would legalize their marriage in Cyprus at that time and then fly to Greece for their honeymoon. They decided that this would do.)
After this horrible incident, the moment I had been waiting for finally came: I was able to meet Sic. Even though it was difficult for him to concentrate through all this stress that he was dealing with, I was very understanding. He seemed very happy to meet me, finally.
Something very interested happened before my trip that I must stop and share so that you will understand the rest of my entry. My mom emailed me about 5 days before I was to fly out telling me that a very old friend of mine from Seattle, who spent several summers with me in Israel, was flying in the day after I was to arrive, for a tour she had signed up for. I was ecstatic. I realized it had been at LEAST 5 years since I had seen or even spoken to this friend. I promptly emailed her to let her know what was going on and she responded very happily! I could not wait to see her. So my friend, who we will call A., was due to arrive Monday night. I was disappointed thinking that she would be VERY tired and that I would not see her until the wedding reception.
Monday evening came around and we all frantically pulled our heads together and drove to the Botanical Gardens where the wedding would be held, for the rehearsal. I got to meet the wedding planner and the rest of the wedding party, which was very cool. The talk of decorations, flowers, food, drinks, music, etc., was just so exciting. I could NOT WAIT to see my sister get married. The rehearsal was pulled off without too many problems and we all headed to my mom and dad's house for a lovely dinner, which somehow did not involve much cooking but provided plenty of food to go around. (My mom is smart, what can I say???) As the evening wore on, I could tell my sister was getting more and more stressed out. That combined with the amount of people in the house, I could tell that she was liable to blow at any moment. Unfortunately, my stress level was rising as well and it all became too much. We both had a spat. She decided that she wanted to go to her apartment for a while with Sic and her maid of honor who is her best friend, but I decided to stay home and be with Dad, since I hadn't had much time with him anyway. Everyone was just a little on edge and I needed to distress.
It just so happened that A. decided to pick that very moment (11:15pm) to call me! She had arrived a few hours earlier and wanted to say hi. I was ecstatic! I asked her how she felt and she responded that she was WIDE AWAKE wanted to go into town and hang out. It was exactly what I needed right at that very moment. I told her that I would walk to her hotel and pick her up. When I arrived, huffing and puffing up that nasty hill, she ran out of the lobby to meet me. All of a sudden, those 5 years only seemed like 5 minutes. Wasn't it just yesterday that we had seen each other? We took a taxi to town and sat in a cafe and talked forever. There was so much catching up to do. She too was excited about the upcoming wedding.
Stay tuned for The Wedding Day!!!
~ Heather ~
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