We went to a lovely wedding last night.

There was a time when we were going to five weddings a year, and I was a bridesmaid/maid of honor/chuppah holder four times, but things have quieted down the last ten years. Most of my friends are married, happily partnered, or relieved to be single.

I was very honored to be invited to this wedding. I've known Adam since he was born, but I haven't seen much of him recently, and I had never met Shima. It could have been awkward—the old family friends off in a corner while the youngins woop it up, but, in fact, I felt very much a part of the celebration.

Ceremonies are tricky when you are entwining three traditions—Muslim, Christian, and Jewish. And add to that pretty non-practicing secular for all three. (Can you say crab and alcohol at the reception?) When the officiate referred to their "three Abrahamic traditions," it just pulled it all together for me. The couple included a saying from all three religious heritages, and they tasted honey and smashed a glass. The mother of the groom (Christian) asked me if she was the only one who shouted out "Mazel Tov"! I said we were all there with her.

The food was great. The band was great. The best man's toast was the best I'd ever heard—short and heartfelt. The couple's thank you to their guests was also one of the best I'd ever heard, just something gracious and real about it. And the horah with the chair dance etc. was the best I'd ever had outside a Jewish wedding with a lot of Jewish guests. (You are probably wondering how many Jewish weddings I've gone to without a critical mass of Jews. Many.) All the guests got up and danced and danced with great abandon.