the calm before the storm

the calm before the storm

It’s 6:30, an hour after we usually start shabbat dinner during the school year, no matter what time the sun sets. But this is the first friday of vacation. My husband stopped for a drink on his way home to celebrate his last day of school, and the kids are playing a game which has something to do with Sasha and Malia Obama and Tinkerbell. Everything is ready, but no one seems to be in a rush to start dinner, least of all, me. I’m having a glass of Calvados and sitting quietly in the kitchen table enjoying my own pre-shabbat shabbat. It may be the most relaxing moment of the next 24 hours.
 
l'chayimL’chayim, mommies. And Shabbat Shalom.

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