The house seemed quiet, when I woke up, late Shabbat morning. As I opened my bedroom door, I heard quiet voices, coming from the living room. I rounded the corner.... to see my two youngest children playing together, so nicely. What a pleasure!
I had mixed feelings about disrupting their game, but, after our "good morning"s and a few other comments, I gently directed my kids to go daven (pray). My son and daughter did not object, and quickly went together to my son's room.
My misgivings were alleviated, as the sound of my children, singing their prayers together, drifted from the room.
I went to my husband, and motioned for him to follow me quietly. I wanted him to witness this special moment. The room had become quiet. We peeked in, and saw our children standing side by side, softly swaying back and forth, in silent prayer.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
Moscow (Part VI - The Flight)
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