My husband and I knew our journey to parenthood would be a somewhat rockier than others’ I’m peeling potatoes and my eyes are raining. My younger sister-in-law just had a baby and I’ve been crying over my half-prepared supper since the phone call came. I was scheduled to have a pre-treatment test today, and I
What we learned in Neve wasn’t new and radical, it was more like finding the missing pieces to the framework of a puzzle. It helped us put everything in place.
I take great pleasure in watching my sons pitch in with the barbecuing, some simultaneously playing the role of daddy, all playing the role of uncle.
“We’d like to send him to the ER to rule out a stroke. Someone needs to accompany him.”
They looked comforted and I felt relief for this neshamah’s elevation, yet distraught for my father, who was still hanging between life and death.
“It’s Dad. It’s bad. Come quick.” “I guess this makes us blood brothers.” Justin looked solemnly down at their fingers, now scratched and bloody from the bare branches of the oak tree they’d just scaled. “Aren’t we blood brothers already? I mean, we are brothers.” “You’re so lame, Jonathan. This makes it real. A pact.