It’s the new year!
Sound the shofar,
5771 is here!
We were on a mini mommyeverafter hiatus,
to honor the High Holiday of Rosh Hashana,
or, the Jewish New Year.
As I sat in services yesterday, with a magenta flower clad baby snuggled up to my chest,
I couldn’t help but to feel an overwhelming sense of
loveadorationpridebeingsoblessed.
Did you catch that?
There are some feelings that simply cannot be put into plain words.
You see, two years ago at Rosh Hashana services, this baby was just a wish in my heart, growing more palpable by the day.
One year ago at Rosh Hashana services, this baby was just a grape sized little thing in my belly, growing bigger by the minute.
This year at Rosh Hashana, this baby was on my lap, smiling and laughing, and not uttering a single cry, my love for her growing by the moment.
It was the most beautiful feeling.
The best feeling.
I felt like the happiest congregant on the block.
Okay, maybe the second happiest;
You see, after an hour and a half of services without the baby making so much as a peep,I figured that it was time for our little family to jet. I didn’t want to push our luck, especially not in the first day of the new year.
My dad asked if we wanted him to walk us out, which, actually, was code for, “Can I carry the baby out of the Sanctuary?”
As he walked across the room, weaving in and out of crowded aisles, with the small pink baby in his arms,
my dad radiated light.
He glowed.
I have never ever seen him look so proud.
That was his most beautiful feeling.
His best feeling.
A new feeling for a new year.
I think all of our hearts swelled a little, yesterday,
as we realized how much sweeter our lives had become.
There are so many reasons why I feel blessed at the start of this year;
5771 of them, to be exact.