No Place Like Home

The serenade of music hums as Michaela plays the Piano and Andrea gently glides her bow against the strings of her violin.  The sound of Ori’s giggles as my mom tickles her belly, Benjamin playing, and my Dad’s teaching on Sukkot fill the air.  The smell of Jonathan’s coffee brewing, and Mena’s homemade chicken soup and challah lingers. Everywhere there are neat piles of books. Hugs, kisses, and snuggles come in unlimited supply.

It’s good to be home! There is no place like it!

Only one thing missing… Alex Bobylev! I wish you were here!

Shalom,

Maayan

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