Today, as part of her preparation to become a Bat Mitzvah, Leah is helping out at Mitzvah Day at our synagogue. (A mitzvah is a “good deed.”) She has a special connection to animals (they all love her, seriously), as does her partner, and so they are working with the Friends for Life mobile van today to gather pet supply donations and monetary donations. The van has some kitties and dogs up for adoption as well.
Thanks to my back, I can’t be there today, but I hope she feels good about what she is doing. She astounds me, this girl. Sometimes that means my heart hurts, but sometimes it means she makes it burst. The other day, after attending a bar mitzvah, she leaned over to me and said, “Mommy, for my birthday, I don’t want any presents. I want everyone to buy a pair of shoes for a girl my age and I want to donate them.”
See what I mean? THIS GIRL.
There is a lot of grown-up stuff she is being asked to deal with lately, and her transition from innocent to tween is heartbreaking sometimes, but, at the end of the day, she is a good girl. My good girl.
Today is my dad’s birthday! Never has a girl been so lucky than to have this guy as dad. Happy birthday, Dad! You are loved beyond measure.
It’s 80 degrees here today. This is not Fall. I used to get borderline angry about this in years past, our lack of fall, but I’m at the point now where I’ve just been beaten into acceptance. I can’t fight it anymore. My wishing Houston to be something other than it’s not – or wishing to be elsewhere – is just futile.
YOU WIN, HOUSTON. YOU WIN. I GIVE. But, you could just throw us a fall-like bone every now and then, m’kay?
But eventhough it’s 80 degrees today, there’s a good possibility I’m making chili this afternoon – and turning the A/C down. But, no beans.
Because this is Texas.
Y’all have a great Sunday —