I went to Jerusalem to meet her and stayed much longer in the hospital than planned. One of the reasons was that my son-in-law was bringing the older kids for a short visit to meet their baby sister, so it seemed rather foolish to leave earlier.
It was one of those mellow days, when I just didn't care about the time. That's part of the "new me." For the past few decades I've been working hard at adopting that mindset. I finally left hours after I had originally planned and over an hour after my "more realistic" plan. But I didn't care, really. I had hardly eaten all day and didn't feel hungry either.
As I was finally making my way out of Hadassa Ein Kerem, via their mall, suddenly I heard my name. I looked around and saw neighbors.
"Are you going back to Shiloh? Do you want a ride home?"So I got a ride home, straight to my door! Call it the icing on the cake, a fantastic end to a wonderful joyous day!!!
"Yes, thanks, wonderful!"
6 comments:
Shalom!
Mazal tov! What a great way to start the year!
And see what happens when you put time in its place?
Mazel Tov!
It's called putting LIFE before housecleaning.....
Mazal tov, mazal tov! I didn't know you had another grandchild on the way.
I also didn't know you were so obsessed with 'being on time.' Being what is termed "laid back" is much, much healthier.
The older I get, the more I just want to be a human being rather than a human doing.
(When will you know her name?)
Hadassa, B"H, so true!
rickismom, thanks, like the term
LL, thanks, well I don't blog everything that's happening. "Being on time?" I was always early. Now I know that I can't control life.
name? maybe Yom Kippur!
Mazal tov! May you have much nachat from your new granddaughter and from your entire family!
B"H, thanks
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