My daughter can’t hear. It’s frustrating, funny, awkward, and awful every day to live with a child who is hearing impaired. Fortunately, it’s also temporary. At least we think so.

My beautiful sister-in-law just got married this weekend. It was an amazing wedding, and we had a great time thanks mostly to Kate and Ori’s incredible attention to detail. They took care of everything from little gift bags in our hotel rooms to arranging for cars to transport wedding party members to the wedding site. Over the course of such a weekend, one does tend to collect little mementos. I have a wedding program and a little book describing the Jewish ceremony; my daughters’ flower girl baskets and crowns (or what’s left of them); a pretty fancy yarmulke; and a nice collection of hotel soaps, shampoos, and chocolate. My favorite memento of the weekend by far, however, has to be the glamour shots of the babysitters they hired for all the kids.