No matter how many times I’ve watched someone break a glass and yell, “Mazal Tov!” nothing could prepare me for making a wedding for my own child.
Even though I had seen that set up so many times, I wasn’t prepared for the emotional punch of seeing my own kid in that place. Walking on train tracks that led millions to their deaths. Walking through rooms that might have been the last places of my family.
For My Daughter, On Her 18th Birthday
By: Her Mom (Which in no way makes this biased, one sided, or otherwise subjective, and should in no way slight any of my other kids who will turn 18 one day too. Now you all have something to look… Read More ›