Shabbat Walks


Cool, wet air.  Sun peeking from behind the clouds.  She must know we are yearning to get out of the house.  The house filled with dirty dishes from our Shabbos meal last night.  Toys here.  There.  Everywhere.  The stale air.  She is kind like that today, spreading her light and keeping the rain at bay.

So we walk.  Outside.  Together. We swing.  Run.  Twirl.  Play.  The girls, they laugh, hold our hands, smile up at us.  We--Rob and I--give each other knowing looks.  The can-you-believe-how-awesome-they-are looks.  The parental-joy looks.

This is Shabbat, I think to myself.  This is Shabbat.