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Love Feed

Hm...mmm…Hm…mmm…Hm..mmm…
Like a pitter patter of raindrops.
Her singsong;
As tiny fingers tickle my palm,
In a rhythm of love,
A shared peaceful pattern.
Soft white cotton cradles a miraculous wonder.
A gift.
Unspoken conversation,
Feeding love,
A treasure.
Only we two,
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Aliya and sunscreen

Mike asked Ian recently if he would want to move to Israel. A Kindergarden friend is making Aliyah with is family of three sisters and his parents. Ian said no. He didnt want to have to wear sunscreen every day.

Just a few days later, still discussing this friend, I asked him about moving to Israel. I wonder if we think if our children were to request it, we would be brave enough to consider it.

He actually told me he didnt want to die. We had explained that everyone goes to the army and for now, that was enough for him. He not only said that, but when I told him not until you are 18 - he said "that is just a kid" - and I simply didnt have it in me to argue. All I could muster wast that the point of the army was to defend the country and that it was very special.

Fabuwos Pancakes

"Fabuwos Pancakes" "Beoowtifuw Fwowers" and "Pwetty SIlver" - our sweet D notices the pretty things in life and takes time to smell the roses.

Two Fingers

Yet again, another sweet reminder that Dorothy is not a mini-me. She has taken to sucking on two fingers - ring and middle- and sometimes pointer - instead of her thumb! It is so cute and so great that she can comfort herself, but again I see she will be her own person.