I grew up going to services. A lot of services. I was adept at counting the ceiling tiles, reaching into the thousands as my grasp of numbers grew more sophisticated. The melodies became part of my life soundtrack; I hummed them as my mind wandered during the rabbi’s sermon.
When a wedding couple chooses to marry in the synagogue, they make a powerful statement about the path they envision for themselves and their life together. The synagogue becomes “home base,” and the bimah becomes a launching pad for a lifetime of sacred moments.