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!"