I think it time to share some pure, unadulterated happiness. I know I could use it. The broadcast news has been filled with unconscionable horrors of hate and evil. Politics and nogudniks (very, very bad people), making America great again, hah! Oy, don’t get me started — Violence, assault, guns, gorillas and alligators, another mass shooter. Hate and evil, have I mentioned that? Too much tsuris (pain and suffering) in our world…
Well, who is up for some good, old fashioned, hedonism? A kvell-fest, if you will!
Today, I share with you three joyful things in hopes of paying it forward and spreading some love and bliss, in a world that could use it. Here goes:
- Fairy Time: Little and Big, my shana madelahs (sweetheart daughters), have taken magical thinking and play to new levels here at the Manor. Inspired by a lovely friend, , at a first-time sleepover (for Big), they now write notes to fairies, welcoming them to our home, leaving them presents alongside a nice nosh (food and drink). What Yiddisher momma wouldn’t encourage a guest or two to ess a bissel (eat a little)? Yes, each night they craft a catered fairy affair. It’s just about as adorable and childlike as one could hope for as summer vacation starts off. Childhood should be filled with beautiful moments like this. Memory making material that brings such nachas and pure giddiness to us all. And, the added touch of surprise and delight for the fairies can’t hurt, nu?
- The Great Gatsby: About a month ago, our family grew. After the long pain and suffering from the loss of our two wunder-pugs, Atticus and Eli, Little and Big, they convinced the and me that a puppy would make us feel better. Such wisdom from my kinder (kids). Enter Gatsby. A kockeputzi (mish-mash) mix breed we rescued, filled with the love and affection we so needed. His momma was a Pekinese/Pug and his Poppa, a miniature Dachshund. What we get is a beautiful boychik (little boy) puppy who has stolen our hearts, and is helping us to heal. Gatsby is a mechaiyeh (absolute pleasure) that has made our flat at the Manor feel like home. He is a real D-A-W-G. Very un-pug-like! He fetches, digs, burrows and buries bones around our apartment. He barks, chews and has a mischievous, impish little face. He is smart as they come, and takes us all outside for family fun. And, he is a cuddly little love has filled our hearts.
- She found her Niche: I’m talking about my beautiful Mrs. here, who is fast becoming an incredibly talented, self-taught, photographer. Let me kvell a bissel (brag, boast and shout about how talented she is, a little) about her now. She has always had an eye, my Mrs. For style, for fashion, for color, for creativity. Goldeneh hendts (literally, golden hands) she has. And now, she is putting it all together and letting her camera speak for itself. I’ll stop talking now and share some photos. Follow her on IG at willowandsage1.
Ah, a kvell-fest feels good. Always time to kvetch (bitch and moan complain) later…
A bei gezunt. As long as we’re healthy!