Friday, October 15, 2010


This fragile life in my hands wells me up with gratitude. This fullness of spirit seems to happen most when I see my son sleeping. Tonight he fell asleep in my father's arms after our Shabbos dinner. The two of them-- my dad, with his rough beard, greying temples, smiling down at joshy, his fuzzy head, strawberry mouth-- I could just burst with love.

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