Monday, February 10, 2014
Love note to mom
If ever an ephemeral slip of paper can define a child, this is it. Our son is just the kind of kid to spontaneously walk up and give someone a hug. He still holds my hand when we're out, still talks to the dog as if he understands every word, still looks out for others before looking out for himself, and yes, still tells his mom he loves her.
When they coined the term gutteh neshumeh - Yiddish for "good soul" - I think they were thinking about him. It's an ideal that somehow rubs off on all of us in the family, and I hope that by sharing it here a little bit of Noah will rub off on you, too.