The last time I spent Shabbat with my Rav and his family, I was single.
A few years later, after Moshe and I married, we planned to spend Shabbat with my Rav and his family. Unfortunately, at the last minute, Moshe got sick and we had to cancel.
One thing led to another, and ten years passed.
We spent this Shabbat with them.
I had such a good time. They are such a special family.
After Shabbat, my Rav's wife, took out her calendar and asked, "When are you coming again?"
I feel privileged to be such a welcomed guest in their home.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
Moscow (Part IV - Two Days Before)
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