Last night I could have gone to sleep at 8 but instead Gevura and I made challah, talked about Israel and discussed the book of Genesis.
I loved the joy on my son's face when he came down this morning and excitedly noted that I had made challah. He said, "challah!!" and I responded, "holla!!" But I guess you have to know what kind of music we listen to all the time to get why that is funny.
I am simply overwhelmed with emotion this Shabbat contemplating where I will be next Shabbat. Last time I was there I was as ignorant as a person can be regarding my religion and yet I knew I was in a holy place.
This time I know what to say at the kotel and I know how to bow my head low.