The synagogue was bare, quiet, frozen. My hair was
done in never-ending curls that were falling from my head, eyes
glistening from the faint light from the rain.
“It almost seems as if our God’s tears were falling from his eyes
above,” I said to myself.
My jewelry was on, and I was dazzling in my dress, the navy blue dress
with beautiful stones at the torso, the one that bloomed like a flower
when twirling. I then greeted my parents in the hallway. Huge smiles
spread across their faces, and in the reflection of my eyes. It was now
the day, the day I had been awaiting for twelve years now. I couldn’t
believe that this was the moment, my moment. I walked into the sanctuary
as people were shuffling to their seats.
“Good morning, everyone. Welcome to the bnai mitzvah of Ian and Lauren,”
pronounced our rabbi.
The crowd still silent, my brother made his way up to the bimah. After
some lengthy prayers, which felt like seconds to me, I was more nervous
than ever! I was so worried that I would get tense and completely mess
up my prayers, or talk too fast, or even worse, drop the Torah. I slowly
and calmly made my way up to the podium and read my prayers and speeches
with eloquence. Following our Hebrew, my parents and relatives
emotionally made their blessings over us and our future lives and
returned to their seats, tissues bunched up by their damp eyes. Once the
service was over, every one took a Sunkist candy and threw it at my
brother and me! After all, the service was sweet, and everything was
perfect so far; on top of that, everyone said that I looked stunning and
everything was mellifluous. By speaking in front of people, I definitely
knew that I could overcome my fears. But at that moment, I wasn’t going
through my prayers or my speech. I was thinking about the party to
All of the kids quickly ran onto the bus, for the sky was still pouring
crystal droplets. After the short drive, we arrived at Beat Street; I
was so excited that I wasn’t even focused on the fact that cameras were
flashing my way as I walked into the party room. As soon as everyone was
settled, I was ready to put on my dancing shoes. The music was on, the
food was ready. I had only been there for a few minutes, and I was
already having a blast! After the main entrances, it was time for me, my
parents, and my brother to be lifted in the chair. I was first, since I
am the youngest, and my heart was pounding to the music and I was full
of fear. But, after all, once I was lifted into the air, I wished I
could stay up there, it was so enjoyable! Unfortunately, I had to pass
the opportunity along to my brother. After all, dancing the day away was
great and I was glad that everyone was having a pleasurable time. This
special event was just how I planned it; nothing could have been better.
As I reflected on the day, the early morning was bare, quiet, frozen,
and then it melted away into an amazing day.