(I feel like I’m always apologizing for the gap in my postings; hopefully this is the last apology. Sorry I’ve been slacking on recap posts—prepping for Baby Lyre has taken over our lives with four weeks (maybe more, maybe less—let’s hope for MORE!) until he arrives. My goal is to have these done before he gets here!)
Mr. Ly and I had just finished our first dance, and the DJ seamlessly transitioned into “The Hora.” Our bridal party, my side of the family, and my friends immediately rushed up and circled around us. Mr. Ly’s side of the family maybe had never done the Hora before or were a bit more hesitant, but they eventually joined the circle and kicked off our party in the traditional Jewish style.
All photos by Mike Landis Photographer
I am going to be 100% honest here. I had some serious anxiety going into the Hora. Besides being a plus-sized bride to begin with (would they even be able to lift me??) I was now three and a half months pregnant, and being jostled in a chair just didn’t seem like the best idea. I had kind of gotten over my fear of the plus-sized issue, although I think it’s a valid one. I’ve seen some pretty beefy guys get lifted in their chairs, but still I was nervous about the weight being too much. I tried to arrange it so that I had the strongest guys on my chair, and I tried to work that out with Mr. Ly beforehand, but he didn’t really seem to think it was a big deal and kept brushing it off. Turns out it wasn’t even an issue because I didn’t last that long anyway!
Once I spoke to my DOC about it the week of our wedding, she reassured me that it was my call—we could do the chair or not, and no one would even notice it was missing. I felt a little better and was leaning more toward not doing it, but Mr. Ly REALLY wanted to do the chair. It was one of the things he was most looking forward to, and how could I deprive my new husband of that? So I agreed, very hesitantly, to do the chair lifts. I gave specific instructions to all the groomsmen that if they were on my chair, I was not to be bounced up and down, but just held up, and not too high (have I mentioned that besides my other worries I also have a terrible fear of heights??), and when I said, “Put me down” they PUT ME DOWN. As soon as my chair started to tip forward (which was maybe 30 seconds into it), I was done. Mr. Ly was up for a bit longer than me, so the pictures are a bit uneven! I’m glad he got to experience it, and I’m glad I never have to again.
I was literally up and down in less than 30 seconds.
The rest of the Hora was great, and in hindsight, if we hadn’t done the chair I probably would have felt like we missed out on something. No one got hurt and I managed to put aside my weighty-fears for just a moment (or a few seconds) to enjoy it.
It was a great way to kick off the party, get our guests up and out of their seats, and have some fun.
Anyone else suffer from “Hora fears,” or were there any other traditions that maybe made you a little nervous??