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Wednesday, June 27, 2007

 

K'seder Simchas

I realize that it's been forever since I posted anything, and this post will not justify the extended hiatus.

It's just something that struck me recently when I was in Chicago.

Mazel tov, by the way, to everyone on the arrival of my new nephew, Avraham Adir. May he grow to Torah, Chupah, and Maasim Tovim. Amen.

So before the bris, I was taking off my tefillin, and my 10-year-old nephew said, "Can I wrap your tefillin?" Immediately, I was transported back to my younger days - when I was old enough to stop playing "shul" and wrapping every piece of long-enough string around my arm and head, but still not bar-mitzvah age. That's when I'd bug my father, and my grandfather OBM, to let me wrap their tefillin. So I felt like I could handle them, at least, and feel a little more grown-up for a few minutes.

I am happy that the tradition continues.

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