Froelich Pesach!
Spring is here and the holidays are upon us!I'm home - hooray - and the adrenaline I run on when I'm out of town has deserted me. Rest, that's what home's good for, rest and love and a different kind of work.
I have a ton of stuff to get through, but I'm starting slow so I don't entirely burn myself out (burn, baby, burn!) I'm taking a few days this week to finish up knit and crochet projects. It's been a while since I've been able to spend more than 20 or 30 minutes knitting, and it's doing amazing things for my mental health and stamina. I need to knit to keep myself on track - Knit to Live / Live to Knit
The photo above is from Hannah's wedding 2 weeks ago. Yes, wedding - heaven help us.
At Hannah's Hebrew school they study the life cycle, and since many of the kids have never seen a Jewish wedding (much less participated in one...) they perform one as a kind of play, assigning parts (Hannah was Mother Of The Bride - how are we going to PAY for this?) It's actually a very sweet idea, all of the other Hebrew School classes come and watch, and afterward they have a nice oneg (nosh) and parents get to meet each other. Mazel Tov!
Looking at Max and Gerry it struck me how similar they are - I always see this and wonder if anyone else does - from the shape of their mouths to the way they hold their head. Folks say Maxie looks like me, but that's all because of the red hair. He's really so much a small Gerry that it makes me verklempt.
And Hannah? As she and her "husband" walked their "daughter" up to the huppa, she looked like she was really angry with him (see, they know how to do a wedding just like adults!) and when she took her seat she crossed her legs in a very grown up way. All that was missing was a highball and a cigarette. My little girl's growing up...
I'm kicking myself that I don't have a picture of her at the wedding - we didn't take a camera (the above shot was via cell phone) but I did check out my Frappr map recently and saw her shoutout. No, Hannah, I'm YOUR mom and I'M proud!
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Watching your boys grow into men is such a mixed bag. I'm always astounded to look at my husband and see his father, and then look at my men/children (23 and 20) and see the little boys they were. Ah, verklempt indeed.
i so very much KNOW what you mean about the Maxie being a small Gerry. my younger DD looks over the tops of her glasses with fathers's blue eyes, just like her dad. LOL
aww...i miss the babies they were.
chag sameach, annie!
Vow, your daughter's wedding!
And, yes, from the picture above, I can tell that they look alike. However, I often find that a lot of the similarity in sons/fathers or brothers (more in men than in women, don't know why) comes from similar movements and mannierisms, not so easily conveyed in photos. But I take it from what you write that that is also the case for your dh and ds.
My very first thought when I saw the photo was "they sure look a lot alike"!!
Welcome home!
I'd no idea you were Jewish! Lonely out here in my conservative Christian town in rural Maryland, I'm glad to find somebody to say Hag Sameach to today.
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