Every November my sweet nephew Yitzhak visits me from Israel.
Every once in awhile he brings one of his children. He has 10 so he rarely has to repeat. As I meet each child I fall in love again.
I’ve told you what a pain in the ass Yitz can be with the food. I spend the whole visit trying to make sure he doesn’t get cooties from a piece of cheese that hasn’t been blessed by Jesus or whoever blesses cheese.
His kids are a little looser. Maybe it’s because they were born into it rather than coming to it later in life like their father did.
Anyway Yitz called me last night.
I started the conversation by telling him how I can’t wait to see him. That’s really true. I’ve loved him so much since the day he was born.
“I might be bringing someone with me”
“Well my son is coming for a kosher food convention. And when my daughter heard he was coming she wanted to come.”
“Cut to the chase. How many?”
“Four, but they all have places to stay”
“Are you serious? They will stay with me. I can absolutely make room for them”
“That would be great. But you don’t have to feed them. They’ll fill up at the convention.”
“Even better. Can you ask them to avert their eyes while I’m eating?. Of course I’ll feed them”
I could hear the sigh of relief on the other end.
“Eric, you do know I have a dog now.” I fall back on his birth name when I’m delivering bad news.
“I know” long pause “Do you think you could keep him in your room during the night?”
“No problem. I absolutely will discuss it with him and he will stay in my room at night unless he doesn’t want to stay in my room at night in which case he will go out of my room at night and hop into bed with one of you. BTW he likes to sleep under the covers”
I can’t wait to see them and hug the girls and not hug the boys.
I really am the luckiest girl in the world.