The crumbs and how we love them

I love my crumbs.
It's a stage of life that I understand on an intellectual level. When your kids go off to college and beyond, you get the crumbs but boy do we love the crumbs. Their absence doesn't mean they love me any less. They have lives of their own. (She says over and over again to convince herself. :-))

But when they are here, like they were this weekend, we thoroughly enjoy it. We're old enough to tell stories and laugh -- about ourselves, our family and just about anything else we can think of.

What would anyone write in their family history? The stories that we love to tell time after time and seem to have a life of their own.

A new leaf

An entry a day. That's my new leaf.

Having written so infrequently this year that I can't even call it a sporadic, I am turning over this new leaf.

It has been an incredible six months since I last wrote, give or take a few weeks. My daughter was married and I learned a lot about life from the experience, particularly about the importance of sharing the joy in life. Not only will my telling this story be important for savoring and remembering Maggie's wedding, I think it is an example of how personal history is important to record, keep and share.

It was overwhelming to me how kind and generous those were who chose and were able to be with us for this event. Maggie and Mike's wedding was in Mike's hometown, not ours. Our family and friends had to travel at least 450 miles to be with us in a time of gas prices out of control.

But as one friend said, "We attend funerals. We should also attend the simchas." Simcha is the yiddish word for celebration or happy event. And, incidentally, the rabbi who married our daughter is called Simcha.

In our lives we have had simchas and we have had sadness, like anyone has. Both are opportunities for learning and of course feeling many emotions.

So in order to jumpstart this blog, I'll write about the wedding.

I hope you discover it and stick around, although until I am in the swing of things I can't expect folks to be regulars. I mean how regular have I been in the last few months? Not.

P.S. Did I mention Mazel Tov?