Yom Kippur

I fasted at home, with Ariel and Adam, expecting to get really sick, which thankfully, I did not. Ariel did, however, choose yesterday to share ALL of his thoughts and feelings about everything in his life, in an endless stream of high-pitched migraine-inducing chatter, albeit pretty cute.

At the end of the day, Adam was fast asleep, and I was about to start the final prayer service, gates closing and all.
“Ars, I’m about to daven Neila, so try not to interrupt me, k?”
“Oh yes, I know all about Neila, in fact, I’m going to say it too. Let me just pick out a siddur…”
He walks over to the book case. “Hmm….Ooh, I’m going to use this one, the biggest, fanciest siddur we have!”
He pulls an enormous Talmud Bavli from the shelf.
“Can you just find me the place for Neila in here?”
I do.
He proceeds to chant Adon Olam, finishes, and smacks the book closed, kissing it and replacing it on the shelf.
“I’m done!” He announces, heading over to where I’m saying shmoneh esrei.
“Oh, you’re still davening,” he notices, lowering his voice to a whisper and patting me on the back.
“I’m taking a break, but I stuck a birth mark in there to save the page for later.”

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