Juicy Jewcy

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...Within three months they were discussing living together. Despite the fact his parents were due for a long visit, Mr. Raz knew better than to insist on rational decision-making. So in late September he moved into her three-bedroom apartment and office in New York. A week later so did his parents.

“She had a pair of Israelis in her home screaming and cooking,” he said, “and talking about how you can’t put tomatoes in the refrigerator.”

Ms. Laub took it all in stride. “For me chaos is kind of fun,” she said. And a “loud and colorful” family did not intimidate her...

...The couple vowed to love each other “come ruin or rapture.” Then they were blessed beneath the prayer shawl of Mr. Raz’s great-grandfather, who died in the Warsaw ghetto.



Family and friends, 372 strong, joined an exuberant hora at Cipriani 42nd Street, where the bride exchanged her scoop-necked traditional gown for a silver spangled flapper-style wedding dress by Jenny Packham.

Ms. Laub caressed her husband’s shaved head while he wrapped his still-scarred arms around her as they swayed to their own beat.

“Forgive early, kiss slowly, love wholeheartedly, laugh loudly,” said Yael Raz, the bridegroom’s mother, offering her tempered blessing. “Because life may not be the party we all hope for.”