Happy Birthday Month

What to write about? It’s not as if there is nothing; au contraire, we live in interesting times, as they say, for better and for worse (and often it seems as if it’s mainly for worse).

So instead of writing about the economy (what there is of it) and resultant increase in Aliyah to Israel, or the global increase in anti-Semitism and almost universal blame on Israel for…everything, or the potential suicide bomber thwarted by a vigilant (thank G-d) IDF army and security guards in Qalandiyah (my son perhaps one of them, as that is his territory), or Bibi’s capitulation to Washington by implementing the building freeze in Judea and Samaria (the so-called“settlements” in the “West Bank”)—instead, I’ll write about…my birthday!

Yes, I just had a birthday (good Lord, not another one), two, in fact: my Hebrew date is Yud-Dalet, the 14th of the month of Kislev (for those clueless, it is Kislev right now: the Chanukah month), and my secular birthday is December 7th, a day that will always, ahem, live in infamy, as the radio blasts out when it automatically comes on in the morning. On my birthday. Every year. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, right?

Anyway, this year my birthday was especially special; I mean, it is every year, of course-- but this year, my husband finally succeeded in pulling it off. Pulling what off, you ask? (I thought you’d never…)

We were at a lovely fahrbrengen, a Chabad get-together event at our local (only) kosher restaurant, in honor of the Jewish date of Yud-Tet Kislev (which is the 19th of Kislev), an auspicious day for Lubavitchers because of the release of Reb Shneur Zalman from prison in Russia. Our Rabbi announced the simchas (two shluchim including himself just recently had children and grandchildren), and the speaker, and then said that before the speaker, there is one other ‘simcha,’ someone's birthday (would you believe I was still sitting there, clueless? Believe it.)—and then the owner of the restaurant makes a grand entrance holding up a nice-sized birthday cake with yummy frosting and one candle (now you know my age). The rabbi led everyone in singing “Happy Birthday” (there were about 50 people there).

I was embarrassed, but secretly pleased. You have to understand, that the last time my husband tried to pull off the ‘surprise cake’ bit it was for our anniversary at another community event, and the caterers forgot to bring out the cake!

What was even more humbling is that the speaker, who had actually come into town for one of the other simchas, somehow worked the fact of my birthday into his dvar Torah, about the Alter Rebbe. All in all, it was a great evening, and the next day—to top it off—all my kids in Israel and in the States, and the grandkids—called me and sang (yes, sang) the birthday song to me in two languages (no, it’s not the same tune in Hebrew. There are at least three different Hebrew/Israeli birthday songs that I know, and they sang two of them.).

Now, that is a great birthday! And Chanukah starts Friday night. I love my birthday month!



Batya said…
Have a happy and healthy and wonderful year!!!
Lady-Light said…
Batya: (Lordy, I'm up late again...promised I wouldn't...)
Amen ve-Amen!!
My dear friend! Ad me'a k'esrim. May your year bring you ever closer to Hashem, spiritually *and physically*. May this be The Year for your fondest wishes and prayers. Mazal tov!
Anonymous said…
And still trying to find out where that anniversary cake is hiding ... in the back of a freezer somewhere, no doubt.
Lady-Light said…
Ye'he: I am overwhelmed by your kindness and blessings-may Hashem grant you all that is good.

To All My Blogger Friends: Thank you, thank you for your wonderful tefilot, all of you--I wish I could meet you all in person! My dream is to be back in Eretz HaKodesh, near my children--and to meet YOU! (and to eat falafel, and spinach shnitzel, and...I don't like shakshuka so much...but what I would do for an ice kaffay!)

Anon: Thank you, too!-For a very Happy Birthday!(forget the anniversary cake; the birthday one is already on my hips.)

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