Happiness. It's relative.
My husband is Jewish and I’m not. Over the past 32 years, it’s made for double holidays, a lot of new food and a different way of thinking. One of my favorite parts of living with a Jewish man has been the every once in a while flash of Yiddish.
Here’s one of my favorite posts about our ‘interfaith’ marriage: What Did I Know? Words from a Non-Yiddisha Pisk.
Love it!