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Our niece got engaged right around the time of the Bar Mitzvah of our oldest son.  As a soon-to-be member of the family, her choson came to wish us a Mazel Tov.  Approximately four months later, her choson’s niece became a Bat Mitzvah.  After attending both simchas, the young couple began to conceive an idea.  They thought to themselves:  Bar Mitzvah.  Bat Mitzvah.  Hmmm.  Wouldn’t it be funny if these two teens marry each other one day?  They considered the thought and then safely tucked away their secret brainchild for later use.

My family has, baruch Hashem, been thoroughly enjoying the newest member of our family immensely.  My baby grandson (along with his wonderful parents) has spent many shabbosim at our home.  He has come for visits, parties, Melaveh Malkas, and many delightful occasions. We, too, have visited him on his own turf.  Last week my son called and asked if we would mind watching him one day this week.  Such a funny question!  Was he joking?  Let me think a minute.  Is there anything else I would rather do these days than watch my delicious grandson?  Hmmm. I’m trying but, no, I can’t think of anything.  Of course, we’ll watch him

Before my son got married, every member of my immediate family had been born between October (several in just this month alone) and December.  With the addition of my daughter-in-law and grandson, we spread out a bit more - but not much.  So, birthday season is in full swing, with my oven working overtime to produce a steady stream of birthday cakes.  Despite the fact that everyone expects to be presented with these cakes on the Shabbos before their birthday, I continue to bake and then hide them until we bring them out.  The recipient cooperatively goes along with the show and acts surprised.  It’s part of the family tradition.  During this period, I think back to the time surrounding each of my children’s births and remember every last detail as if it were yesterday (which incidentally it was).

 We have a friend who absolutely loves visiting Israel.  I mean loves! He can’t get enough of it.  He marvels as he walks around and cries out, “Everything here is Jewish!!  The air is Jewish air!  The food is Jewish food! The national holidays are Jewish holidays! The doctors are Jewish doctors!  The hospitals are Jewish hospitals!  The grass is Jewish grass!  The stones are Jewish stones! It’s amazing!”  It truly is amazing.  Even the policemen are Jewish policemen. This phenomenon lends itself to the most interesting exchanges. 

I am very happy to say that my son finally made it home from the army last week.  It was really touch and go for a while due to quarantine and a host of other issues, and my son told me not to expect him home until this week.  But truthfully, he thought he would get home last week and was hoping to surprise me. But nothing is predictable in the army.  You never know what will happen for certain until it actually happens.

My family loves the north.  We appreciate the greenery, the waterfalls, and the cooler temperatures.  We’ve taken countless family vacations to the Golan during all seasons of the year.  When we are looking for a change, we head to the Galil, also up north.  Rarely do we venture down south, but this week my husband and I had reason to travel there, and we thoroughly enjoyed taking in the new sights.