And holy it is.
Both our children and their mates and all our grandchildren are here!
And tomorrow we'll add John Anderson and Jack and Sherry and Robbie Ellis to the mix.
We'll be having dinner at 3 since Tim needs to go back to NYC tomorrow so he can show up at his office in, get this, the Empire State Building on Monday. But Mimi and Eleanor will stay over along with Josh, Cathy and their three girls,
Resurrection it will be. Our family and friends all together.
Who knows how long this will happen with all of us together?
Joyous and Wondrous and Mysterious Easter to you all, my beloved.
And you are 'my beloved' if you read this.
Shalom.
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