lizrael update: Thirty.

In a way, I consider myself fortunate that on the eve of my thirtieth birthday, I spent my night at an אסיפת הורים for my kid’s gan.

I’m not a birthday person; I haven’t  been for a long time. If nothing else, surely my mother deserves the credit for being split open so that I could be yanked from what I suppose was the worst physical trauma I’ve ever endured.

Yep, I’m quite lucky.

Anyway… Numbers shouldn’t dictate our success, and our age shouldn’t dictate our achievements. So I was as happy today as I’m sure to be tomorrow.

Besides, my son says I’m turning three. Since Abba, is, of course, four. I appreciate the effort on his part.







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