Last night was Shabbat on the Plaza. We had a lovely time even though our usual rabbi and his wife, the cantor, were away managing Camp Kalsman (i.e. Jewish summer camp) and the new associate rabbi, Rachel Joseph (and yes, I did point that out to my daughter that they share the same name) was a bit stiff. The weather was perfect -- it had been cloudy earlier in the day but at around 4:30 the clouds burned off and the sun came out and the temperature rose to 75 degrees.
Next to us was a little girl named Naomi. She turned out to be 5; lives in Happy Valley (the suburbs, far away from us) and she was there with her mom, her mom's mom and her dad. Rachel started a conversation with her (typical Rachel; wherever we go, she seems to reach out and make friends) and they ended up dancing across the lawn, Rachel in her beautiful pink lace dress, and racing around the outside of the synagogue -- after the service was over, of course. Drew got into a discussion with the husband, who is pursuing a Ph.D in physics at Portland State; and I had an intense conversation with the mom about exercise and gym shoes. It went on much longer than I wanted to, but I sensed she wanted to keep talking (and of course, the girls were having a ball playing. We all exchanged cards at the end; it would be fun to get together for a playdate sometime.
Then we went home, Drew put Rachel to bed and I gorged on the opening ceremonies of the Olympics. I can't wait to watch gymnastics with Rachel. Tonight as she was saying goodnight to me she said, "I love having mommy-daughter dates!" I couldn't agree more, sweetie.
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