surviving kol nidre

growing up, my sister and i and our very small group of jewish friends, went to high holy services with our families at a temple in simi valley.

i remember quietly running upstairs amongst the other kids and in awe looking down at my parents, specifically my dad wrapped in his big white and blue tallis as he prayed.
yom kippur services were tough for us kids...so hungry, too much up and down in our seats, hebrew we didn't understand, and well, just a long cranky day...for everyone it seemed.

tonight my family and i entered kol nidre with sorry to say, rather low expectations. for one, the girls and i were exhausted from the get-go. it was another long tiring week, with new demands and uncomfortable moments. honestly, the last place we wanted to be was in temple.
we sat among our people, morgan next to jed, brandon, david & jackson, and sara cozied up with sara, emily and maguire. and me, sitting with the spillmans, kronenbergs, graysons and bluts.
i guess what i got out of services tonight was just more time for reflection (it seems this is what i do all day long everyday anyway). i thought about unpleasant and pleasant. i took the time to close my eyes and rest. lynne and i amused ourselves by scanning the congregation trying to identify single men. the girls took a break from the services, and took a few trips to the bathroom...the usual stuff.

tomorrow is another big day with more reflection. i am just praying for me and the girls and for our sanity to get through it all the while missing glenn.