Go ahead and laugh at me. But because I wasn’t raised in a Jewish household (but am Jewish by birth), I missed out on a lot of things, Shabbat being one of them. I love teaching my girls the prayers and lighting the candles and seeing their excitement, even though they don’t yet truly grasp the meaning of it. And tonight we shared Shabbat dinner with friends, which makes it even sweeter. My chicken didn’t turn out all that great (slightly overcooked), but everything else was alright.
Now what to do about these dishpan hands??!!