The summer night we've been waiting for. Midnight. 80 degrees. Noisy cicadas chirp madly in the dry grasses just now warming in belated summer air. This is Child One's last Shabbat before leaving for school. Hurricane Irene may disrupt our perfectly planned journey. But weeks of planning and preparation will not stand in the way of Child One's future. There may be tears and hesitation and a bumpy road of fear ahead. And that's just for Sig Other and me. What awaits Child One, no one can anticipate. My friend Jess looked Child One in the eye the other night across a bottle of wine and a soggy pizza and said, "I want to Freaky Friday with you so bad I can't stand it." That about sums it up. Shabbat Shalom to all. And a special prayer to the hope for the future we send out into the world in the next week - we wish you well and hope for the best.
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