Tears of Joy
I am sitting here, looking up pictures for my vision board, and find that the only ones I really care to look at are those of Israel. More specifically, Tzfat and the Jewish Quarter in the Old City in Jerusalem. Tears are streaming down my face and my smile could not get any wider as I am overwhelmed by gratitude. I am so thankful to G-d that He allowed me to visit the one place that has ever truly felt like home, to find myself. I am equally grateful that I will live there someday soon, with my family. My daughter will grow up in the holiest place on this planet. She will have memories of being a young child and walking with her Ima to the market, whichever of those two places we end up in. If it is the Old City, she will have the privilege and joy of going to the Kotel (Western Wall) every Shabbat, at the very least, and meeting different people from all around the world. If we end up in Tzfat, she will go to the Kotel less frequently, but will live in the only city I have ever been in that is equal parts art and spirituality. She will grow up playing along the mountainside and dashing up and down stairs within narrow passageways. There will be only an all-consuming happiness.
This is why I am crying... and it feels so good to shed tears of joy. G-d bless all of you and G-d bless Israel. Baruch Hashem.
This is why I am crying... and it feels so good to shed tears of joy. G-d bless all of you and G-d bless Israel. Baruch Hashem.