Our Shabbas Table, including the candle sticks that Steph's friend Molly gave her, the kiddish cup that I painted, and a freshly baked challah from the shuk.
The note I wrote to Steph the night before the service we did together in February. It reads, "Dear Stacy (Steph's nickname),
Our service is TOMORROW- :) :) :)
Let's create some amazing t'fillah together, and remember the most special and important reasons why we're here. We'll be WONDERFUL!
B'hatzlacha v'yashair kochech (Good luck and may you have strength),
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View of Uhm al Fachum, the small, beautiful Arab village we visited.
The dome of the biggest masque in Uhm Al Fachum
Tel Aviv Steph, Jerusalem Steph, me, and Dina, toasting in St Patrick's Day in Tel Aviv. The girls threw a party for St Patty's Day, and they also surprised their friend Adam, who had a birthday a few days before.
Shari (Steph and Dina's roommate) and I. I was very happy to be at this party, can't you tell? :)
The newest member of the HUC community, Dov Daniel Zanardo, on the day of his bris. He is so beautiful, and so tiny, and so sweet...it took a lot of energy to not bundle him up and run away with him, but I managed not to. The night before, his parents Sara and Andrea held a Mishmara ceremony, which is a Sephardi custom the day before the bris. It was a really special and lovely way to welcome Dov (or, as I like to call him, Doobi) into our community.
Our service is TOMORROW- :) :) :)
Let's create some amazing t'fillah together, and remember the most special and important reasons why we're here. We'll be WONDERFUL!
B'hatzlacha v'yashair kochech (Good luck and may you have strength),
<3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkmvAn1U8CYtAvFaJ-9a8SVaC7HIg7afRMcm_VGRmLY8wbVWhMx7LfdwDq40xutLGvzmcneVtQLgjOEKB5H4sRIhaYJUEknLr729tP4ofK0CVxOV0KhfU-2F_VlOICXCJgifqzzXInWZo/s1600-h/winter+2008+149.JPG"> A gate from the synagogue of Narbata, the ancient Jewish village that is now Kibbutz Ma'anit.
View of Uhm al Fachum, the small, beautiful Arab village we visited.
The dome of the biggest masque in Uhm Al Fachum
Tel Aviv Steph, Jerusalem Steph, me, and Dina, toasting in St Patrick's Day in Tel Aviv. The girls threw a party for St Patty's Day, and they also surprised their friend Adam, who had a birthday a few days before.
Shari (Steph and Dina's roommate) and I. I was very happy to be at this party, can't you tell? :)
The newest member of the HUC community, Dov Daniel Zanardo, on the day of his bris. He is so beautiful, and so tiny, and so sweet...it took a lot of energy to not bundle him up and run away with him, but I managed not to. The night before, his parents Sara and Andrea held a Mishmara ceremony, which is a Sephardi custom the day before the bris. It was a really special and lovely way to welcome Dov (or, as I like to call him, Doobi) into our community.
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