Closer
Sunday April 7 I went to shul to say kaddish for my father. Friday April
12 I went to work unknowingly in labor and we bh bih welcomed a baby
boy that night. First day Pessach, the bris. Second days Yom Tov,
yizkor. Monday morning April 29, staging for listing, followed by open
house in a few days and passport photos for our newest family member.
It's all been so surreal and an emotional roller coaster. We are much deeper into the process. Often I like to think in my head that there's more time, but it truly is fleeting. It's also something my anxious mind does saying "not to worry, it's 6 months from now" then it becomes 3, until the day arrives, reality hits and my kishkes tumble. But I'm envisioning a scenario that's entirely opposite to thinking positively than negatively.
The outpouring of love from the community from gifts to meals makes us feel immensely grateful and wonder in anticipation if we will be so lucky to form such tight friendships abroad. Watching two Josh's pack up books, close friends with shared family connection and the Rabbi who went to school with Josh and shared childhood memories, took time out of his precious day to mulch our garden. We hope you someday soon cultivate the land of Eretz Yisrael with us.
Comments we receive continue to be a mixed bundle. Ex Israelis now in America tend to be somewhat bitter (not all, but some do surprise me -- we love you and we WILL MISS YOU). Pediatricians are excited by the move (and amazingly so supportive, minus the terrorism concerns, though the US and beyond hasn't shown much better with places of worship becoming targets with or without warning). My employer knows and noted had we gone anywhere else, it simply wouldn't be excuse-able (we get this comment a lot! As Jews, this is a testimony to the heart and soul bound to its country -- think about that). A contractor came by today and said our house is beautiful. The listing photographer noted that our home is photogenic. We most certainly feel a tinge of sadness. It begins now more to creep.
A notary stamps my birth certificate to certify changes to the error from 34 years ago.
Josh attended his last board meeting at our shul.
The new lease is signed and rental monies transferred.
It feels like the end of an era... or just the beginning. I sit here reminded of 5 years ago, my father asking if we still have our crazy aliyah plans. Simcha notes how his October birthday will be in Israel and all the boy-friends he will have going to an all boys school.
We must be crazy, indeed.
PS - the passport photo took 3 round of 20+ photos. This was the best of the two that the imaging software approved. Simcha assisted by holding his head straight and letting go in time for the camera. I held hands down. Temima protected a package of butt cream and my wallet. Onlookers ooed and awwed his hair. CVS said he's the youngest they've photographed for passports. What a little putzik k'h. Thank you for the snuggles. We've waited two years for you and you've brought new life in what's been two years filled with grief, challenges, and worry. We love holding you and happy to take you along our 11 year aliyah dream/journey.
It's all been so surreal and an emotional roller coaster. We are much deeper into the process. Often I like to think in my head that there's more time, but it truly is fleeting. It's also something my anxious mind does saying "not to worry, it's 6 months from now" then it becomes 3, until the day arrives, reality hits and my kishkes tumble. But I'm envisioning a scenario that's entirely opposite to thinking positively than negatively.
The outpouring of love from the community from gifts to meals makes us feel immensely grateful and wonder in anticipation if we will be so lucky to form such tight friendships abroad. Watching two Josh's pack up books, close friends with shared family connection and the Rabbi who went to school with Josh and shared childhood memories, took time out of his precious day to mulch our garden. We hope you someday soon cultivate the land of Eretz Yisrael with us.
Comments we receive continue to be a mixed bundle. Ex Israelis now in America tend to be somewhat bitter (not all, but some do surprise me -- we love you and we WILL MISS YOU). Pediatricians are excited by the move (and amazingly so supportive, minus the terrorism concerns, though the US and beyond hasn't shown much better with places of worship becoming targets with or without warning). My employer knows and noted had we gone anywhere else, it simply wouldn't be excuse-able (we get this comment a lot! As Jews, this is a testimony to the heart and soul bound to its country -- think about that). A contractor came by today and said our house is beautiful. The listing photographer noted that our home is photogenic. We most certainly feel a tinge of sadness. It begins now more to creep.
A notary stamps my birth certificate to certify changes to the error from 34 years ago.
Josh attended his last board meeting at our shul.
The new lease is signed and rental monies transferred.
It feels like the end of an era... or just the beginning. I sit here reminded of 5 years ago, my father asking if we still have our crazy aliyah plans. Simcha notes how his October birthday will be in Israel and all the boy-friends he will have going to an all boys school.
We must be crazy, indeed.
PS - the passport photo took 3 round of 20+ photos. This was the best of the two that the imaging software approved. Simcha assisted by holding his head straight and letting go in time for the camera. I held hands down. Temima protected a package of butt cream and my wallet. Onlookers ooed and awwed his hair. CVS said he's the youngest they've photographed for passports. What a little putzik k'h. Thank you for the snuggles. We've waited two years for you and you've brought new life in what's been two years filled with grief, challenges, and worry. We love holding you and happy to take you along our 11 year aliyah dream/journey.
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