All I can think is... Should I have done  anything differently?

Daniel dances into the kitchen while I’m doing dishes.

I watch his impressive moves and then deign to ask, “To what do we owe this impromptu dance party?”

He spins his hat on one finger — admittedly quite a feat — then says, “Just entered the Powerball, and I am feeling luuuuucky! What should we do with our jackpot?”

I put down my sponge. “Hmmmm. Vacation for eight to Switzerland, obvis. And a garage renovation. Houses nearby for both our parents, wedding funds, tuition funds, and then….” I sigh.

He gives a small smile. “Send the rest to Baila?”

I nod. “You got it.”

He dons the now non-spinning hat. “Rena, you’re a really good sister, you know that?”

Picking up my sponge again, I give a half smile. “I wish. I mean, I’m a good sister, but she has it so hard. I wish I could give her the whole world.”

Baila is the kind of person who’s always there for everyone.

I’ll hear someone is on bed rest and say, “Oh, wow, that must be hard.”

She hears someone is on bed rest and she’ll send over supper, plus an offer to watch the rest of the kids, plus muffins.

She honestly makes me want to be a better woman. But she doesn’t have it easy. Her husband is one of those hustlers who’s always involved in some new exciting amazing venture… that doesn’t take off. And while Baila is one of those people who can always see someone else’s needs, she’s not that great at taking care of her own. Does that annoy me? Maybe just a tad. Like, maybe she’s being a bit too passive in her own life? Taking care of everyone else’s needs and ignoring your own does seem a bit paradoxical to me. But hey, I’m not the one offering to make supper for everyone else, so what do I know?

He’s a great guy, Shlomo, he really is, but also sometimes I feel like someone should take away his car keys and also his dumb idea license.