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!"
Shalom!
ReplyDeleteMazal tov! What a great way to start the year!
And see what happens when you put time in its place?
Mazel Tov!
ReplyDeleteIt's called putting LIFE before housecleaning.....
Mazal tov, mazal tov! I didn't know you had another grandchild on the way.
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleterickismom, 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!
ReplyDeleteB"H, thanks
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