A family affair

Gilly got up at the crack of dawn (8:00; everything is relative these days) to watch his races, then he tackled the lawn. It was finally a warm and sunny enough day to draw him out of doors. He mowed the backyard, and then took a break and returned to his races. He promises to move onto the front lawn (of course, I would have started there) tomorrow. So he really had a great day, doing two of his favourite activities.

Let the bells ring out, let the birds sing, we made it to Michal’s Bat Mitzvah. The four of us were there together (see photos above taken at home) and Gilly’s effort to be there and remain for as long as he did was well appreciated. Many people came over to greet him and express how glad they were to see him. I think it truly warmed Gilly’s heart. I know it did mine.

Gilly is usually the life of the party; he’s an amazing dancer. In days gone by, his dance card would fill up as soon as he entered the room. Tonight, he remained seated. Yaron asked me to dance, and later dragged his sister onto the dance floor. It was bittersweet. I felt rather melancholy, remembering how Gilly used to love to dance. But Gilly smiled broadly and encouraged us to get out there and boogie. Dancing has never been my thing. I much prefer to sing, so I didn’t mind remaining at his side most of the night humming along to familiar tunes. We left at 10:00; we were there for just over four hours. I never imagined we’d be there for that length of time. We really did party hearty. Thanks Michal. It was a pleasure celebrating this milestone with you, youir family and your friends. Mazel Tov on becoming a Bat Mitvah.