I was going to be clever, but it turns out... no.
Blah blah blah Torah. Yaakov avinu (our father) and favoring one sibling over another and sibling rivalry and fairness. Blah blah blah deep Torah about joy and sorrow and mourning the destruction of the Temple and celebrating in times of happiness.
I haven’t been blogging for oh, the last nine months or so because every time I’d sit down and try to write about some profound Torah concept I’d picked up from my beautiful wonderful exquisite daughter Rachel I’d end up hitting the elephant-in-the-room thing that I wasn’t blogging about -- for reasons I’m also not blogging about. At least not right now.
Zugt mir a mazel tov!
(Yiddish: Tell me “mazal tov!”) (And I’m not even going to try to translate “mazal tov.”)
FrumBaby2 has landed. It’s a boy!
The bris is soon (IE"H), and I’ll give him a pseudonym shortly thereafter.
(IE"H = Im Ezras Hashem = With the help of Hashem.)
And then, hopefully, the elephant will leave the room and I can start writing again.
Love to all. Thanks for sticking with me through the dry spell.