|This year's Purim cards. On the left, what the girls gave out, stapled to a wafer and candy. On the right, the "we ran out of the big shaloch manos so here have a cute card with my kids on it" thing. Note the professional scissor work.|
|Packing up our gorgeous Target bag(TM) shaloch manos, each with a vodka cake, can of Blu, granola bar... and no cute poem or cute picture. Hey. It happens.|
|From the photoshoot for the pictures, on Tel Socho with the tormasim aka the closest thing to Texas Bluebonnets we have in Israel - and they are stunningly close in look and botanical identity (both in the lupinus family). True story: leaving yet another realtor back in 2002, I asked God for a sign that Ramat Beit Shemesh was where we were meant to live- and I then saw one of these babies, so much like my beloved Bluebonnets. Well played, God. Well played.|
My four year old, the bride. So proud. Depending on the day, she's either marrying her father, Machi or 'anybody' (which means 'nobody' to her).
At the seuda tonight. Sroch was a baby, which I don't seem to have a great picture of. On that note - 7 years ago today I was due with her. NUTS.